Arya yawned and leaned against the wall behind the bed.
"The candy is not enough?" Miro asked with a faint laugh.
"Uhm." Arya nodded helplessly. "Coffee?"
"You're a child and drinking too much coffee is not good for your growth." Miro frowned but he still moved to make a coffee for Arya to drink.
After all, Miro knew that while Arya didn't mind being treated like a child, she didn't want any of his action to hinder the mission. Since she had to stay awake for the mission, it would be better to make coffee for her to drink.
"I only drank occasionally," Arya complained.
Besides, she was already uhm…. 25?
Thinking about it now, Arya wanted to sigh and felt that she was getting older. The best time in her life was spent in this broken organization as an undercover, which was definitely not something that most people would be willing to do.
If it was not for the mission, she would rather stay as the Commander's sword and do other tasks that he gave to her.
