Jeremiah had been asleep for
days following their return after Saariyah's capture. For the first twenty-four hours, they had kept him asleep, ensuring that he would not awaken. It had been, in its own way, torture because
the nightmares had been plentiful.
At least, until they were not, and then he had been able to get
true sleep. He knew that Luna had taken up residence on his pillow, sleeping
and keeping an eye on him just as Nasir had also made an appearance or two. What he was not certain about was whether or not Cynthia and Mason had done so as well.
Remembering the concern in Cynthia's baby blues, and seeing a reflection of it within Mason's, he had no doubts that they likely did. (It did not help that they were probably on to him and his habits of
not sleeping--taking advantage of his particular talents--and were making sure he truly recovered after all that had happened; not just pushing himself more and more.)
The fact of the matter, however, was that he had been up for hours already. Running into Kesatria in the kitchen had left him unsettled in so many ways; making the pain of Saariyah's kidnapping that much worse. His fingers rested against the projection hard in his breast pocket, a soft sigh escaping because he could not shake the image that flashed in his mind's eye of the Sailor Crystal darkened or the knowledge that there was more wrong beyond just the corruption.
Saariyah's mind was being-
If he focused on that, Jeremiah would not get any work done and there was little that could be done at the moment. There were no pings from the tracker and they could not get into Elysion. Which was why, of course, the silver-haired man had taken up residence within the technological hub Janya and himself had made within the Crystal Palace. The temperature was cooler here than any other place within the palace as a matter of necessity--for the good of the servers and other tech--and have more than a few stations that allowed them to work and others to do something as well if they needed.
Even if access to this particular room was locked down to certain individuals considering all the information contained within.
For once not situated at his favored console, Jeremiah was on the floor as he made use of his technopathy (the wire and circuitry moved on its own, shifting into place where he needed it to be) to work on some hardware upgrades that would help things along. Queerly bright blue-green eyes blinked once, then twice more, as he put together what had been set down before him. Shifting, he moved into a sitting position and reached for the tea.
"I am almost finished with the upgrades," said Jeremiah, only adding a dash of cream to his cup of tea (that he cradled in both hands briefly) as wires and more were still moving into the place where he wanted them.
"Once I finish, our systems should not have any problem handling the adjustments we want to make to our tracking system."
