It was quite late that evening when Dalinar finally finished with the reports. They seemed to have multiplied a dozen times over since the armies had moved to Urithiru, especially since Sadeas had disappeared and Dalinar had volunteered to help with his camp's paperwork- constant tallying of supplies gained, supplies lost, and each of his scribes had written him a lengthy summary of their theories of how the move to Urithiru might change their approach to the war against the Voidbringers. He carried a few broams with him for light, having left his guards shuffling their feet a few doors back.

"Navani?" he asked, knocking on her study door. After a muffled "come in" he opened it, revealing an exhausted Navani sitting at her own desk with her left hand gloved. Books and charts were scattered about the room, sitting on top of her portable forge- now cold- and several unfinished fabrials. A soulcaster, missing a few gems, sat abandoned on a well-loaded shelf.

"Dalinar," she said tiredly, looking up. She smiled. "This is a pleasant surprise."

"I felt bad about earlier," he said, approaching the desk and scanning her work. He couldn't make head or tail of the women's script that she wrote in, of course, but there were a few recognisable glyphs and diagrams. Navani quirked an eyebrow. She didn't seem upset by the snub, which was a relief.

"Earlier-" she began, but was interrupted as he grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet, straight into his arms.

"I'm sorry I was busy," he murmured. He looked intently into her eyes for a long moment before kissing her fervently.
"Well," she breathed, as he drew her safehand up to his chest and stroked tender circles on it, hypnotically near the edge of her glove. Navani was still slightly confused, but willing to work such a delightful situation to her advantage. She smiled and wrapped her other hand around his waist. "I'll have to find you busy more often, won't I?"