They were fine.

Falling asleep at the constable station wasn’t, but truth be told? It was pretty low on the list of things he did that were ‘not fine’. He squinted at the files, leaned back, and took another bite of his sandwich.

“I’m going to need some time to think these over,” Aslan said after a moment, willing his mind unsuccessfully to cooperate.

Would Nisa still be in a murderous mood if he went back now? Maybe. Would he sleep right through her stabbing him to death if his head hit a pillow now? Probably. Such were ideal sleeping conditions.

Aslan finished his sandwich (quickly, for Nisa was not there to time his bites), and went to wash it.

“Anything you need before I head out?”