For Rook coffee was for breakfast or after any other meal, not during, but she also just did not drink nearly as much as Lucanis did. Did anyone? She had strong doubts. Honestly the amount he drank should not be humanly possible.

Pulling some bread from the slightly stale hunk, she dipped it in the gravy of the stew and held it there for a moment, her brow furrowing with concern. Ghilan'nain was dead, so whatever had happened, it must have been bad, if it could outweigh that victory. "I don't know if I can handle not knowing," she admitted quietly, pausing to eat the softened chunk of bread and pick up her spoon. "The last time we talked before I woke up here, you said the Crows had information on Illario and Caterina. What happened?"