Much as a gust of wind blows itself out, Chambers seemed to have talked himself into inertia. The conversation while short had given him a reasonable amount to mull over. He looks like he’s taking it onboard at least but to what effect?
Witch’s comments of calling for help when needed received the mod of ascent, it was after all part of why you join a Consilium. That’s the closest she’s come to telling us anything about her awakened life, was it trust, or something else that brought it out?
The sound of heels on stone catches the ear, stirring chambers from languor, and Philip moves to postpone the topic. Huh and he was willing to try and throw me right into it when I arrived. Casting his eyes to the new arrival, Philip’s best foot forward behaviour makes a little more sense. she wouldn’t seem out of place on a film set. ‘Not at all, it’s an open conversation.’ More than a little de ja vu from when Witch joined. Then Philip offers his hand. Oh, I hope I haven’t taught him that.
And not far behind Winter, whose greeting is met with an acknowledging smile, and a spark of recall, the last thing Winter had said last they met. Still more important things in the here and now.