her final form at Saganami Island. Which seemed dreadfully unfair, given how much smaller a campus War Maiden was!
"You really are bushed, aren't you?" Audrey asked after a moment, and the amusement in her voice had eased back a notch.
"No," Honor said judiciously. " 'Bushed' is far too pale and anemic a word for what I am."
She was only half-joking, and it showed.
"Well, in that case, why don't you just kick off your boots and stay where you are for a while?"
"No way," Honor said, opening her eyes once more. "We've got quarters inspection in less than four hours!"
"So we do," Audrey agreed. "But you and Nassios covered my posterior with Lieutenant Saunders on that charting problem yesterday, so I guess the three of us could let you get a few hours of shut-eye while we tidy up. It's not like your locker's a disaster area, you know."
"But—" Honor began.
"Shut up and take your nap," Audrey told her firmly, and Nimitz bleeked in soft but equally firm agreement from beside her head. Honor considered protesting further, but not for very long. She'd already argued long enough to satisfy the requirements of honor, and she was too darned exhausted