“I know it’s late, but better late than never, right?” Ellana attempted with a shrug as she slid a stack of documents across Josie’s desk. Some letters she’d needed to pen, and many treaties she needed to review and sign. She knew a bit of the shems’ written language, but despite having indomitable focus when it came to learning magic and unraveling the mysteries of the Fade, she had none where politics were concerned. It therefore took thrice as long to decipher the words on the pages. Who had the time?
Josie couldn’t help but sigh. “Not necessarily, Your Worship.”