I have not. I thought it best to leave him to his own devices to begin with - to allow for a period of acclimation, as it were.
[Which sounds to her absent ear like a good thing to say instead of 'I've been busy and only have so much patience for describing the names of the calendar months.' Not that Mr. Fitz has asked. But she can imagine a conversation like that.
—Though. Come to think of it, someone should see him more well acquainted with the work.]
[So it is. The door is half closed, no doubt to discourage visitors. It is late in the day and sometimes the Seneschal's nerves are quite shot indeed by this hour.
Wysteria quietly removes her hand from inside the angle of his arm.]
And come to think of it now that we are here, there is a report I've been avoiding. I should see to it.
[For a moment, she doesn't quite understand his meaning - just the reassuring warmth of his hand and how earnest the shape of it all seems. And then, once the use of it penetrates, she is blinking rapidly to fight down the prickling sensation behind her eyes.]
Yes of course. [Said absently. Her hand shifts, fingers setting so she can squeeze his in return. It is like a thank you or a promise.] I'm always so grateful. To discuss books.
[Then her hand is gone from his. She smooths down her skirt and tucks some stray tangle of pale hair away.] Good day, Mr. Ellis. [And in a flurry of skirts slipping through the doorway, she is gone entirely save for the bright quality of her voice from the room beyond: 'Oh Seneschal, you are still here—']
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That would be very kind.
[ There is a pause where Ellis grasps for something to say. The urge to make a small plea for Tony's sake is high, but ultimately discarded. ]
Have you spoken to that Fitz anymore recently?
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[Which sounds to her absent ear like a good thing to say instead of 'I've been busy and only have so much patience for describing the names of the calendar months.' Not that Mr. Fitz has asked. But she can imagine a conversation like that.
—Though. Come to think of it, someone should see him more well acquainted with the work.]
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[ Not to imply Wysteria could ever be overwhelming. ]
But I wouldn't leave him on his own for too long. I'm sure it can be lonely to find yourself in this place unexpectedly.
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[ Sorry, Fitz. ]
And I think this is your stop, aye?
[ And time for Ellis to literally pitch himself headfirst into the harbor. Circling back to the library isn't an option at this point. ]
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Wysteria quietly removes her hand from inside the angle of his arm.]
And come to think of it now that we are here, there is a report I've been avoiding. I should see to it.
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You can tell the Seneschal I kept you.
[ With a small smile, reaching to squeeze her hand. ]
It was kind of you to consult with me on my reading, when there are so many other demands on your time.
[ In lieu of anything useful, like a handkerchief: an excuse for Salvio who surely won't care. ]
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Yes of course. [Said absently. Her hand shifts, fingers setting so she can squeeze his in return. It is like a thank you or a promise.] I'm always so grateful. To discuss books.
[Then her hand is gone from his. She smooths down her skirt and tucks some stray tangle of pale hair away.] Good day, Mr. Ellis. [And in a flurry of skirts slipping through the doorway, she is gone entirely save for the bright quality of her voice from the room beyond: 'Oh Seneschal, you are still here—']