AND WE RISE AGAIN.

Doesn’t take his eyes away from him.

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Chinhands.

Chinhands back at.

Stares.

Stares at.

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There he finds Haytham sitting by his desk and neatly folding a worn out letter. His table empty and without his usual opened journal, pen and ink. His tea cup untouched, now cold.

“What can I do for you, Captain?”

Shay blinked the moment Haytham spoke. It was an expected surprise, if one could put it that way, the Grandmaster always did have quite the senses for noticing curious Irishmen that looked into his room. Still, it was impressive. “Oh.” His eyes turned its attention from Haytham to the cup of tea that appeared to have gone cold. Was something on his mind? “Just checking if you’re alright.” He turned his attention back to his superior. 

Haytham turned his head, his eyes watchful just after he saw Shay glance to his cup. He just realized how time went by him. Oh. Brows raised at the question, he cleared his throat and gave a nod. 

There he finds Haytham sitting by his desk and neatly folding a worn out letter. His table empty and without his usual opened journal, pen and ink. His tea cup untouched, now cold.