By the time morning came, he was still sitting at the edge of the bed, staring at the faint silhouette of the entity against the dim light creeping through the window. He didn't know if it ever rested, if it had a concept of time the way he did. But it was waiting. Watching.
The knock at the door was soft, but in the silence of the room, it sounded louder than it should have. Jude stood, rolling his shoulders, trying to shake the stiffness from his muscles before moving to open it.
She stood there, expression unreadable, as always. The woman, he still didn't know her name. She had never offered it, and he had never asked.
"You're up," she said.
"Didn't sleep," Jude replied, stepping aside to let her in.
She glanced around, taking in the room before her gaze settled on him again. "Good. You're going to need that focus."
Jude exhaled through his nose. "I'm assuming this isn't just a social visit."
