“Cassian strutted in at last, greeting Mor with a chipper, 'You look terrible- Helion keep you up all night?'

She threw her spoon at him. Then her porridge.

Cassian caught the first and shielded against the other, his Siphon blazing like an awakening ember. Porridge slid to the floor.

'Helion wanted you to join,' she mildly replied, refilling her tea. 'Quite badly.'

'Maybe next time,' Cassian said.”