While Amelia stood defiant before the MP and his lackey that came up, Xander slouched over wide-eyed and frowning flatly.
Oh God what did they do to soldiers in cases like these?
Were they going to be beaten? Xander did not want to be whipped holy shit he did not.
“Captain Kalili and First Lieutenant Selié! What in Arceus’ name are you doing in this hotel?” the MP barked as he stormed up to them. He stopped directly in front of Amelia, while his lackey stood at his side giving Xander a disapproving scowl.
“You failed to report to the morning meeting Captain,” the MP continued on, spit flying as he nearly shouted. “And our psychics detected you were no longer in camp, or even anywhere near it. And now we find you in this hotel - How do you explain yourself?”
Amelia frowned as spit flew into her face, but she prevented herself from commenting on it. Her steely eyes looked directly into the MP’s.
“I figured since everyone keeps commenting about my health, I’d take a few personal days away from camp to clear my head. As you can see, we’ve already checked out. We’re going to the theater tonight before we head back. My apologies for any inconvenience I might have caused you.”
Amelia made a habit of emptying her mind when she spoke to officials. She focused on her words, wary of any psychics the MPs might have on hand. That concentration was only interrupted by the flashbacks evoked by that shadow in her mind. Even if it was still disturbing for her, she had at least learned to control her outward appearance while it happened.