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- @maidhumbel

ah, you hath returned! pray, I will not keep thee long, for I know you are most busy—

[I fumble around my basket, pulling a pouch and offering it to you- the rough pomander is fragrant, a heavy musk of herbs and flowers, and lightly decorated as such]

I…know not if you would take value in such things- but mine spirit would be eased to know you hath carried a prayer of mine, to be protected as such—

- @maidhumbel

[He pauses, visibly startled to see her.]

Maid Humbel. You have been waiting for my return?

[He takes the pouch, bemused, but inhales the scent of it, his gaze softening ever so slightly.]

A prayer. I don't think I have ever been offered such a thing. I am not sure I'd call myself a religious man, but... there is power in such things for those who believe in them. And you would seem to.

[Weighing the pounch in his hand, he eyes her for a moment.]

[She has found him outside his office, and so he gestures her inside with a bow. The room is neat and fairly impersonal; he hasn't been here long enough to leave much of a mark. There are, however, tea-making supplies on a small table near the fireplace, and he goes to put the kettle over the fire.]

Take a seat wherever you wish. The armchairs are - acceptable.

[I look about the room as the all too interested guest that I am, absorbing the small things- how chairs are set, how books and missives are lain, the immaculate nature of it all- and how fitting it would be of its owner--

I spy the armchair which I hath been directed to, and take a slow seat in it, setting down mine basket besides]

I admit I have... fairly high standards for comfort. Do you like cake, Maid? [He moves over to retrieve a small box from a cupboard while the water boils.]

Palace cake, one of my favourites. Consider this your permission to indulge.

[He makes his way back over to the fireplace to sort out the tea.]

[tearing mine eyes from the devilsome cake, I watch as thee work aside the fire- quietly observing thy graceful and deft attendance- then suddenly aware I hath been contemplative for too long, pieced together from thy waiting glance]

I see nothing to forgive. Your circumstances are your own, and you are not required to offer apologies in advance for it. I must confess a powerful curiosity at those circumstances... but I will respect your reluctance in sharing, should you not wish to.

[He glances at the cake, waving a hand dismissively.] Ah - it is nothing. I'm aware it is no sin.

[the tea-set is beautiful, the dark glaze reflecting the room, and I notice mine hood is askew- setting it right immediately- and then feeling all too aware of myself]

[He nods at her compliment to the tea set, but reaches to pour for her.] I will pour. You needn't serve me as my invited guest.

[I twist mine mouth thoughtfully, watching the tea pour smooth and silently to thy cup] now I think on it, I hath not been in service to my Baron Caldwell fair long at all- only about two weeks— and he seemed quite alright, at first—

*puts a dandelion in your hair*

Handsome hounskull knights

*puts a dandelion in your hair*

*puts a dandelion in your hair*