"Are you okay?" ( HHHH LADIES HELPING LADIES. I NEED. )
Send me an “Are you okay?” to find my muse in one of their weak moments
The open door surprises her—Riza's attention snaps back to her office, to her littered desk and silent phone.
"Forgive me, Lieutenant-General. I didn't hear you come in."
She stands and snaps off a salute.
"I've been waiting for a phone call from... from my husband. It's been a few days. Hardly cause to worry, I know--the infrastructure's barely there, and the lines are always down, but... it's been a few days."
It's raining outside, appropriately enough--grey sky to match Riza's grey mood.
"I apologize that my personal distractions are affecting my work. The children are difficult to manage alone. They get anxious for their father--this is the longest he's been away since Nicklaus was born."
"But I'm sure he's alright--Ishval's been perfectly peaceful since reconstruction started. I'm worrying for nothing."
"... And I apologize for just--I know you're hardly interested in my personal problems. I'll get back to work now, ma'am."
