[ Hard to say if it's missed or not, drawing his attention up to see how the news is received and snagging on that trite marching out of pity. Probably, there's nothing to see anymore, and she can probably sense and see his search of her.
If he comes away with anything, it doesn't show. ]
Aye, [ he agrees, the word delivered sedately, before his tone adopts again a strident pace. ] My concern for her wellbeing aside, I'm concerned more for the state of things that brought about this mess. If she and Felix were lied to, how that lie began, how we've missed their reaching to us.
I was speaking more to the possibility that she or her mother would be able to give us additional information if they were at their leisure to do so. But--
[Fitcher tips her head in place of a shrug. Considerations for later, should it be necessary.]
Should there be anything on record to help you see that we're not responsible for anything near to this a second time, you may trust that I'll find it for you.
[That delicate scrap of paper is carefully removed from the slanted section of the writing desk and placed instead into the slim topmost drawer where it will be safe from the half finished work which remains before her.]
Should you find yourself at loose ends in the mean time, I do have a weekly card game you would be welcome at.
[ At the very least, it seems the import and intent of his request has made it over the line, at least partways. If there is more he could wring out of it, he doesn't see a way to do it in this conversation. He sits straighter as she takes the letter and stows it away, tracking it with a predictable interest, like a plate of stew over the head of an attentive hound.
And then back to her in time for the invitation at cards. His expression does nothing. ]
I'll bear that in mind, [ he says, then nods, a courteous gesture, and stands, hand smoothing down his coat. ] I'll leave you then to your tasks. My thanks.
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If he comes away with anything, it doesn't show. ]
Aye, [ he agrees, the word delivered sedately, before his tone adopts again a strident pace. ] My concern for her wellbeing aside, I'm concerned more for the state of things that brought about this mess. If she and Felix were lied to, how that lie began, how we've missed their reaching to us.
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[Fitcher tips her head in place of a shrug. Considerations for later, should it be necessary.]
Should there be anything on record to help you see that we're not responsible for anything near to this a second time, you may trust that I'll find it for you.
[That delicate scrap of paper is carefully removed from the slanted section of the writing desk and placed instead into the slim topmost drawer where it will be safe from the half finished work which remains before her.]
Should you find yourself at loose ends in the mean time, I do have a weekly card game you would be welcome at.
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And then back to her in time for the invitation at cards. His expression does nothing. ]
I'll bear that in mind, [ he says, then nods, a courteous gesture, and stands, hand smoothing down his coat. ] I'll leave you then to your tasks. My thanks.
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It was good to meet you properly, Enchanter.
[It's important in this business to sometimes make contact with one's objects of study, after all.]