Wriothesley doesn't mind--it is, like most days, a quiet day within Meropide--but he can't help lifting an eyebrow upon learning who his visitor is. The Fatui kid. Lyney. Is he here to finish what he started? Hard to picture him bringing along a basket of confectionary after what transpired between the two of them. But Wriothesley calls him in regardless, hears the doors to his office open and close one floor below.
Best not keep him waiting, he supposes.
He signs off on one last intake paper, shuffles the small pile collected upon his desk, and gets to his feet. At least Lyney is here purely in the context of visitation; he'd prefer not to have the kid in his care again as an inmate. He makes his way down the stairs leisurely, stopping midway. Takes in the sight of him. It's not rare, exactly, but he never does quite get used to the sight of youth like that in a place like the Fortress.
He crosses his arms. ]
I don't have her this time, if that's what you're here for.
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Wriothesley doesn't mind--it is, like most days, a quiet day within Meropide--but he can't help lifting an eyebrow upon learning who his visitor is. The Fatui kid. Lyney. Is he here to finish what he started? Hard to picture him bringing along a basket of confectionary after what transpired between the two of them. But Wriothesley calls him in regardless, hears the doors to his office open and close one floor below.
Best not keep him waiting, he supposes.
He signs off on one last intake paper, shuffles the small pile collected upon his desk, and gets to his feet. At least Lyney is here purely in the context of visitation; he'd prefer not to have the kid in his care again as an inmate. He makes his way down the stairs leisurely, stopping midway. Takes in the sight of him. It's not rare, exactly, but he never does quite get used to the sight of youth like that in a place like the Fortress.
He crosses his arms. ]
I don't have her this time, if that's what you're here for.