Dillon raises an eyebrow at Martha's reaction as he settles Velma on the table. It would be downright crude to leave her lying on the floor, after all. There is a brief, cursory examination to make sure the Daeva isn't damaged in some accidental way, even if there is little he can do about it now.
Unable to stop himself, Dillon turns back to face her when he's halfway to the door. He points to her Torpid form lightly from his hip.
"Don't go anywhere, now."
Exiting the Conference Room not a minute after Martha closes it, the Reeve clears his throat. "Miss French, I'm afraid Miss Star won't be joining us this evening. We'll have to reschedule."
There is nothing that cracks his nonchalance.
"Herald Villiers, I have some letters that I'd like you to take a look at with your Gift, as soon as you have the time. Will that be alright?" As always, his public tone with Martha is still friendly, but respectfully formal.
Dillon seems to be completely oblivious to the fact that he still has drops of Velma's Vitae splattered across his face and shoulders.
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