Dualscar reads the note, and because there's no one around to see him, he tucks it away in his sylladex like the little treasure it is. He quickly devours the breakfast left for him, smiling slightly at the half orange, getting the sense that it would have seemed like too much of a loss to leave a full orange behind.

Then he dresses, taking his time and making sure he's in full armor, completely resplendent and with all the markers of his caste and blood color showing, and heads down to meet the Psiioniic.

"Good morning."

He says it quietly, under his breath. There are terrible things that will happen today, and awful things they need to discuss, but he's loathe to break the quiet sweetness of the morning with unpleasantness. He stayed, the Psiioniic stayed, and Dualscar feels something jog in his chest that he's never felt before.