continued. @skyheld
Iago's work is a safety net for them, damn good as they are at it. It keeps them busy, quiet, out of sight, out of mind, and, most importantly, useful. They relied on this same sort of protection in the Circle, keeping both themselves and the spirit nestled in their chest Safe behind their dispensability.
As selfish as their reasons are, Iago is still, well, damn good at it. The Inquisition is young, barely fluttering, but Iago can see it grow even from behind their often closed door. The insight of a bookkeeper provides very tangible, numerical proof of such. Not that Iago find themselves particularly hopeful. They'll crunch the numbers, do the deskwork, and leave the rest to the soldiers and scouts until the 'Herald' takes care of the holes in the sky. If their brother was here, they might lull themselves into being more invested (he's always been their needed push towards compassion), but for now, they wish only to keep their head low, letting the Inquisition fly or flounder as it wishes. With Iago's steadily growing funds, of course.
"It's no bother," Iago is careful not to reply too quickly while Halliserre looks over the paperwork that drowns their desk.
They manage a mumbled, “at least he tries…" at the work she hands them, in dire need of Iago's corrections.
"I am sure you have much better things to do than collect dust in here with me," Iago says, reluctant to lose their work. The First Enchanter took that lifeline first, before she eventually came at them with a brand and a promise of a quieter, mind-tamed life.
As if they aren't half-buried behind the work, they add, “It really isn't so bad.”
