"You're so stupid," she says, softer, as she keys open the door to Athyr's rooms and starts putting him to bed. "Can't even tell one of mine apart from a virus you pick up on your own time."
He laughs, cuddling into the blankets. "Meant no offense."
"Of course not. And that slab of muscle you call an officer, why do you go to him first? He probably thinks metabolic rate is something you take for headache."