[ The plans are merely a combination of thoughts about who to dispatch where, in an attempt to both organize and prioritize the right aspects of Ishgard's defenses. But given his own presently scattered state of mind, his writings lack their usual customary neatness and precision, but that seems to be where she comes in.

He is about to ask her for her opinion on one aspect of the rough plans he's written down, but he realizes that she's moving towards the couch and beckoning him to join her. Ordinarily he would jump at the chance to sit beside her, but he finds himself hesitating. There is still so much he could do before he allows sleep to find him, if it will come to him at all, and so he remains where he is for just a moment more. ]

The plans for Ishgard's defense will not decide themselves. I should at least have a better idea of what orders to give the Temple Knights before morning comes.

[ He hesitates, knowing that this is not what he necessarily wants, but it is what needs to be done. ]

I would ask your indulgence on this, but also, you do not need to remain with me while I work. By now, I am certain that a bed has been prepared for you and that you will find it quite comfortable.