[ He's had all of a day to think it over - not even quite that, in fact. A grim afternoon gathered around a table, a heated conversation with Emet-Selch. A long night so far spent staring sleeplessly at the ceiling. But no rest is likely to come to his troubled mind tonight, so after far too long aimlessly thinking himself in circles, he pushes out of bed and crosses the hall to the room where Hermes has tucked away the little familiar. Or whatever they should be calling that familiar fragment of soul.
He hesitates there for a long moment before lifting a hand to rap his knuckles softly against the door, wondering if she were already asleep. ]
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He hesitates there for a long moment before lifting a hand to rap his knuckles softly against the door, wondering if she were already asleep. ]