-Ready.

Sfirerat turns to the mirror, assessing the “work” - the knot turned out to be complex and moderately ornate, you don’t even need to correct it, if only to loosen it a little. He nods in satisfaction at her reflection, attaching the clip to it, then buttons up his jacket.

Don't worry, this time I know where to find you. And by the way about this.

Sfirerat turns to her. She raises an eyebrow in anticipation, crossing her arms over her chest. Judging by the prickly look and the skeptical raised eyebrow, Valian, most likely, is waiting for prohibitions and restrictions to pour in now.

-Go to bed, sleep...