[ Maybe it's just his youthful metabolism, but one look at Lyney's exposed midriff and Wriothesley's wondering if the kid has been dodging the coupon cafeteria. Was Wriothesley ever that small? He doubts it. By Lyney's age he had nearly reached his current height, although he wasn't built then the way he is now. No surprise that Lyney was the only one who could fit in the pipe; he's tiny, bird-boned.
...If there have been any incidents, they haven't reached his eyes or ears. But he does hope this doesn't work to Lyney's disadvantage--that is to say, that his build hasn't given him any...trouble in this place. It's not right, but it can be that way sometimes. He's seen things--mostly before he took his post. Concern pinches his brow for just a moment, then fades fast. ]
Good thing you were here, then. [ A little more unfocused than he means for. Diverter...right. ]
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...If there have been any incidents, they haven't reached his eyes or ears. But he does hope this doesn't work to Lyney's disadvantage--that is to say, that his build hasn't given him any...trouble in this place. It's not right, but it can be that way sometimes. He's seen things--mostly before he took his post. Concern pinches his brow for just a moment, then fades fast. ]
Good thing you were here, then. [ A little more unfocused than he means for. Diverter...right. ]