the message crackles through the comm, and for a moment , storm is silent on the other end. the wind around her—wherever she is—seems to still in recognition of the weight in his voice. then , her response comes , calm but edged with the low rumble of distant thunder. "t’challa."
a liaison should he be away from the country, in need of her assistance. He doesn’t know how long it will take for her to arrive. But he knows that she will be swift in her appearance.