[ She's dozing, when the message comes through. Awake enough to catch the flash of blue light from her phone screen on the nightstand, drowsy enough to consider leaving it until the morning before reaching carefully over Giles' warm, sleeping body to pick it up and thumb through to the message.
In private — with no one to see her — she frowns, both at the three words that stare back at her and at the brightness of the screen. It's not like Elias to cancel, and even less like him to reach out to her first.
She could leave it. Expects that Elias would prefer it, if she did.
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In private — with no one to see her — she frowns, both at the three words that stare back at her and at the brightness of the screen. It's not like Elias to cancel, and even less like him to reach out to her first.
She could leave it. Expects that Elias would prefer it, if she did.
A few minutes later: ]
everything okay?