Arad sat on his chair, barely fitting in as he crammed his legs beneath the tiny table. "Bad news? Like what? He leaned back and looked at her with a passive face.
The pale night looked back at him, blinking as she flicked her pale fingers and a cup of strange tea appeared before her, one immediately spawned before Arad. She took a sip with closed eyes and sighed. "First, the good news is that Lunara is stable. She'll survive, but probably won't move for a week. Have a drink." She pointed at his cup.
The strange glowing blue and green liquid bubbled like something out of a witch's cursed pot. Even Arad who ate many things gave it one look and noped out, that thing looked vile.
"Good news can wait." Arad leaned forward, "Bad news usually means trouble, and troubles are urgent things that need to be dealt with. Tell me about what went wrong." Arad would rather hear the bad news so he can start thinking about a solution. Good news usually isn't urgent and doesn't need him to act.
