Editing The Commissar and His Maid (section)

==Part 16==
Tricero, today has been interesting.
Firstly, I woke up before 6345. She was still in my bunk, tangled up under my blanket, her mask off. I slipped in to my footlocker to grab a new uniform, when she started awake, and looked at me from under hooded eyes.
"G'morning, sir", she mumbled, rubbing at the sleep in her eyes.
"Good morning," I said, grabbing my tunic from its foldcase, "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes sirrr," She moaned, grabbing her head, "My head feels like the basilisks are firing in it".
I chuckled quietly, I hadn't had a hangover since back in the Scholar. That had been a wild night, but that is a story for another time.
"Am I up for report, sir?". 6345 asked, pulling my blankets up around her.
I told her not to be foolish, it was a wedding, and celebrating was a part of it. Some of us, i explained, celebrated harder than others. I read a report later that day, that the Valhallans were at eighty percent strength due to the after effects of the wedding.

6345 looked up at me from under her fringe, "Can I please use the washroom first, sir?"
What's a commissar to do, maintaining morale is our duty. 6345 came out of that shower smelling like roses.
"Thank you, sir" She said, before she pulled her mask down. That girl could melt an ice world.

The rest of the day was spent with the troops helping the Valhallans with their post celebration clean up. Morale maintenance is a bitch sometimes.

Recorded 4210988.M41
68th Krieg Field Artillery – Saghalain
Autoscribe #303440288