[ He is a little silent, small. The fear of his tether to the outside world being cut is what worries him. He has to be there for Lynette, to be devout to Father. Lyney takes a seat, across from him with legs crossed.

Comfortable; perhaps a bit too much. ]

I’m Fatui — there’s always someone with a number out for us. I wish to make sure all lines are connected … like strings back to the overworld.

[ But, he knows how pleasing Lynette’s letters were — such a sweet girl, deserving of the sun on creamy skin and heat in her belly. ]

Gives you a reason to keep me in line, too.