Octavia had risen from her seat, in the meantime. She wasn't going anywhere, really, she was just following an instinct to dim the lights in the living room some more. To make it feel more... intimate.

The picture made her pause where she was, and to exhale a pleased hum.

And... Yes, maybe that called for something more special than a text.

"Good progress," the recording of her voice said, raspy and low and oh-so private in its tone, "but you can take it all, soon, I know you can."