All through the night, Katie had been dealing with the fires in the gardens that had not yet burnt themselves out, and clearing the piles of ash and charred branches that were left behind. Since little had been damaged in Rowan's room - he had little to steal or break, so his possessions had simply been roughly handled - the shapeshifter had helped the process along. Many patches of fertile soil had been ruined by the arson, but they would heal in time and return to their precious states.
The two of them had gotten little sleep that night: Katie because of the hard work she had had to put in to repair the gardens as best she could, and Rowan because, well, he was helping. In addition, all of Katie's footlockers and closets had been broken into and ransacked for valuables; there were none to speak of, although perhaps they had copied her keys or something. Why they would do that, she didn't know, but it was a possibility. She didn't want to make any assumptions. The lockers had been reorganised and new locks placed on them.
Katie was woken by the sound of Garrus in her ear, over the communicator which she had left there; it had been forgotten in light of more important things. She sat up in the middle of the gardens, wishing she had worked a little faster to get more sleep. "Aah... grife. If there is a mission today of all days, I am going to punch someone's lights out," she said to herself as she changed into fresh clothing. She stopped in Rowan's doorway, knocking loudly to wake him up.
"Huh?! Wha-? Oh. Hey," he mumbled, getting up from the floor. "Sheesh, I didn' even reach my bed. Shows all the shit we were put through yesterday. Need coffee before anything important today," he added, passing Katie and hurrying ahead of her, making a beeline for the kitchen.
Katie followed at a much slower rate, still half-asleep on her feet. She flopped down in a seat at the kitchen table and rested her head on it with a soft groan.
