[ John, for his part, looks awkward the moment he sees Ianthe. He clears his throat; he shuffles; he edges just a little bit between Alecto and the young Lyctor, with the air of a man who fears he might bear witness to a fistfight. ]
Something like that.
[ He smiles, but it does not reach his worried eyes. Still: the overall change in him is easy to see. He looks awake and alert, bright with attention in a way he never has. A fug of depression has lifted. He is finally, for the first time in millennia, dialed in. He seems to have rediscovered the concept of giving a shit. ]
Ianthe, this is A.L. May she live up to the hype. Annabel, this is one of my new kids.
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Something like that.
[ He smiles, but it does not reach his worried eyes. Still: the overall change in him is easy to see. He looks awake and alert, bright with attention in a way he never has. A fug of depression has lifted. He is finally, for the first time in millennia, dialed in. He seems to have rediscovered the concept of giving a shit. ]
Ianthe, this is A.L. May she live up to the hype. Annabel, this is one of my new kids.