"I know," Matias grumbled, "I'm on it. Give me time."

He trudged up the steps leading to the guest room, heaving with every step. Halfway there he remembered the lift, but it was too late for that now. He nudged the door open and repeated the all-too-familar process of laying Midnight down on a free bed. This was something else he had to get used to.

Oleander didn't bother with such complications, simply flying to the top of the steps before stepping inside. They splayed their papers out on a nightstand, looking over the miniscule text.