Not that it's his to lock, of course, though Beleth did give him a key. Sorrel is preoccupied when Adasse enters, tidying something that's left a smudge on his knuckles and papers scattered across the low table. Hes bent over, sweeping them all into an unkempt pile-- and then he turns.
And smiles.
"Aneth Ara, Adasse. It's not time already--" A glance at the window, no longer barred from its previous use, but still greivously narrow, "--I see that it is. Sorry about the mess."
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Not that it's his to lock, of course, though Beleth did give him a key. Sorrel is preoccupied when Adasse enters, tidying something that's left a smudge on his knuckles and papers scattered across the low table. Hes bent over, sweeping them all into an unkempt pile-- and then he turns.
And smiles.
"Aneth Ara, Adasse. It's not time already--" A glance at the window, no longer barred from its previous use, but still greivously narrow, "--I see that it is. Sorry about the mess."