Self Conscious

The window overlooked the city wall and Azemo watched as the sun slowly climbed into view. It was an interesting sight, seeing the sun rise over something that was not the horizon.

Azemo was still in his Zaellis form, leaning back, resting against Ima's large soft body, pages of reports in his hand. Bella was too energetic to just sit back and she was out and about, exploring the city in her cat form. As for Mr. Moon, he was sweeping the grounds outside of the capital, looking for signs of Spiren.

While he did ask the emperor for help, that did not mean Azemo was not going to try and find information on his own.

The room that the emperor had assigned to Zaellis was not very large and Ima barely fit in the space in front of the bed. However, Azemo did not really care, even if his quarters had been in the prisons he had his room bag and it was not like he could not escape whenever he wanted.