Yor Briar- well, the woman formerly known as Yor Briar, she had to remember not to use her maiden name anymore- set the headband in her hair, brushed a few stray strands aside, and buttoned her vest. She was running late for work, but she could still make it if she hurried, and Yor was very good at hurrying.
She walked out into the living room, where the man who had agreed to pose as her husband was sitting at the kitchen table, poring over something in a manila folder. She gave him a friendly wave as she walked briskly past him to the entryway.
"Have a good day," she said, pulling open the front door. "I have to work late this evening, so don't wait up."
"Be safe, my partner," her fake husband said, looking over his work.
Yor closed the door with a click.
A smile slowly spread across her husband's face, and he raised both his hands. One raised plaintively towards the heavens, while the other posed most dramatically against his brilliant face.
"Oh, what an ignoble thing," Yor's husband intoned. "To deceive such a lovely maiden with such a base lie. But my work must continue, and for that I must maintain an identity not my own. For the needs of a covert operative are many and varied. Cover! Information! Income. All things that I must secure at any costs, no matter how ugly the lie. And with this firm base of operations, the great agent Daybreak can continue to shine within the shadows!"
Yor groaned from behind the front door, knowing that she was going to be late now. It was going to be minutes before this monologue ended and she could run back in to grab her handbag. She had to stop forgetting things; it was getting harder and harder to pretend that she hadn't heard any of these speeches.