"And to you, my Jedwar." Dejah sets her notebook aside and stands to receive him. Salutes exchanged, she leans in to kiss his cheek, a gentle smile on her features.

"How stands the day?" She gestures for him to take his seat opposite her. "I heard there is a new herd of zitidar calves ready to begin their training."

Dejah heard them arriving. Everyone in the southern quarter heard. Zitidar calves are loud.