[ All roads lead back to Lynette, it seems. The snippet of the letter returns to him just as he thinks it's been properly placed aside. That taken with this worry about men sullying her. These two are...close, even for twins. Such is his perception, anyway--maybe Lyney would deem that another path Wriothesley has no right to tread, and maybe he'd be right. He hardly remembers much about his own siblings. He's no brother, no protector of anyone's virtue.

What he can say with confidence is that the hand that feeds you--in a literal sense--is a powerful one indeed. Wriothesley's been hungry before. Been without. Is it any wonder the kid would risk life and limb for the Fatui? Wriothesley is only so lucky being in a position to detest the organization: had they found him at the right time and place, he'd probably have given them total allegiance, too. ]

Doubt can be a healthy thing, sometimes. [ Lyney has no shortage of it for those outside his circle, after all. ] But I can see where your devotion comes from all the same. I don't need an audience with her to ascertain that hers is a capable hand.