Event Private Finished A Bug in the Disciplinary System

Andrasta was only slightly miffed when Aedes snatched the paper out of her hand. She followed her over to that street lamp, then watched her work her magic.

She only kind of understood what all those numbers on Aedes's post meant, but it seemed good. She was getting Andrasta's message out, on a front she couldn't have without Aedes's help. The screen started scrolling before Andrasta could catch what the comments actually said.

"There's so many of them already..." she said. There was some awe in her voice. "Thanks Aedes. This means a lot to me."

Andrasta laughed a little at how Aedes accepted her thanks. Was this her way of trying to brush off her gratitude, with humor? Was she being unironic? Either way, it was a delight.

And then Aedes brought up the whole getting-punched-in-the-face incident. "No," she said, "You'd have to do something really bad for me to do anything like that again." She reached out and patted Aedes on the shoulder in a hopefully-reassuring way. "We're good."

Until now, she hadn't really believed Dalia or Orsick saying Aedes was turning over a new leaf. On an intellectual level, she was open to it, but emotionally? Not really. Not until now. How did Aedes get this cool?