Ah, a familiar face.

One that shouldn't be met with immediate unease, and yet—

Well, surely the moment of hesitation is forgiven once Ellis lays down his mace, crosses the yard with the air of a man embracing his fate. Folding down, Ellis makes himself very low, holds out hands to Thot.

"Come here then," he coaxes. "On your own, are you?"

Not that Ellis believes that to be the case, but.