"There's the optimism I need." She smiled slightly. "Now help me prepare. We have until dawn, and I need every advantage you can give me before you go."
System 427 floated closer to the desk, already compiling data, strategies, contingencies. His usual efficiency returning despite his fear. "Physical documents only. Nothing digital or magical that could be traced. I'll organize by priority and likely scenario..."
They worked through the night, Empress and System, preparing for a separation neither wanted but both knew was necessary. As dawn approached and golden light began filtering through the windows, System 427's form seemed somehow smaller, more vulnerable.
"I'll come back," he promised quietly. "The moment it's safe, I'll be here."
"I know you will." Heena touched the stack of carefully prepared documents—his gift to her, his way of protecting her even in absence. "Thank you, 427. For everything."
