Summary
"It's open," Kuvira called over her shoulder as she eased herself into her seat. "It's always open, Baatar. Stop your damn banging on the door-" "Actually," Suyin said, amusement in her voice, "it's me." Kuvira's face paled as she turned around. "Suyin! We weren't expecting you for another week... I don't usually talk to Baatar like that-" Kuvira's expecting. Suyin visits.