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[heorte]

[ A beat, letting this answer settle, choosing his own words so he might answer— ]

It wasn't meant to be all that. But if you have your replacement arranged, I'll trouble you no further.

[delphian]

Don't think you're troubling me any, ( a swift reassurance, ) I took no offense to the offer.

( there's certainly scenarios in which she'd accept it, but none of them particularly apply. )

I mean it when I say I appreciate the thought.

[heorte]

I didn't doubt it.

If you change your mind, you know where you might find me.

[delphian]

I don't suspect as I will, but you're always welcome to join me for a drink.

( that is not a come on. the scenario where she accepted the armour would've been, but that's not really the vibe he's putting out. )

[heorte]

I'll bear it in mind, should my guard rotation permit.

[delphian]

Ah, ( with a laugh in her voice, ) I got an in with them rostering that rotation. You let me know.

( she's including julius and petrana because ~marcus can't fucking read~. )

[heorte]

Aye.

[ A mental note: her brother, Marcus Rowntree. ]

You'll hear from me.

[ Perhaps not for a drink, but— ]

[delphian]

Expect that I will.

( the connection ends, on that upbeat voice. )