Jilia really wishes she'd dug a ring of sustenance out of her vaults sooner. She ought to have known there was one, but a full inventory of the rings got postponed and... well, tomorrow night, assuming it's properly calibrated now, she'll only have to sleep two hours.

She got five hours and is, instead of well-rested, poorly. But she's here, and she has a draft censorship bill she could live with.