167 My All Is Yours To Take

"You want to talk about it?" said Lu'um. She put a warm cup of coffee on Reed's desk and then peered over his shoulder. He did not respond. Reed had cut off his auditory senses in an effort to concentrate, unbeknownst to Lu'um. Her well-intentioned question had quite literally fallen on deaf ears.

She was rightfully concerned. Reed had not fallen asleep since the day he had met the Dreaming Council. For the last day and a half, he had committed his entire being into consuming the reports that the Dreaming Council had given him. Reports on every possible topic regarding the continent's welfare had been included, be it political, economic, military, civilian, and the like.