The door opened, and Nadia stepped in, efficient as ever. Her dark hair was tied back in a low knot, the green of her eyes sharp and clear under the room's warm lighting. She held a sleek tablet and the unmistakable posture of someone trying to remain calm.
"Highness," she said with a nod. Then, after a beat, "Your Majesty."
Dax inclined his head but said nothing. He was watching Chris again, more carefully now.
"I wanted to speak briefly," Nadia said, stepping closer. "Privately, if needed."
Chris gestured to the couch across from him. "It's fine. I'm dressed."
Dax, still standing, frowned faintly. "What is it?"
Nadia glanced between them once, then lowered her gaze to her screen. "We reviewed your hormonal cycle over the last quarter and compared it against today's biosignal readings."
Chris sighed. "This again?"
Nadia raised a brow. "Yes, you still didn't enter heat despite not taking suppressants in the last almost three months."
