Zilia gently pushed open the door to Casaio's study, balancing a tray with a steaming mug of coffee. Sensing her presence, Casaio glanced up briefly, then returned his focus to the file in his hands.
She walked over and placed the mug carefully on his desk. "Your coffee," she said softly.
"Mhm," he murmured, barely acknowledging her.
Zilia's gaze swept across the cluttered desk, noting the towering stack of documents. "Do you need help with anything?" she asked.
"No," he replied curtly, his eyes still fixed on the page.
Undeterred, she continued, "It looks like you have a lot on your plate. Since Estelle is resting, maybe I could fill in for her? I could handle some of the work for you."
That struck a nerve.
Casaio's jaw tensed. "What are you trying to do?" he asked sharply, still not looking at her. "This is official work concerning all the packs. It's not something I can, or should, share with just anyone."
