He's reached Ralston's tier. He's turning to approach, his hand leaving one rail to alight on the next. If this were someone else, he might make himself imposing—fill this theatre like a basin, let the darkness swallow it from below—but knows it would be a wasted effort, even here. Perhaps especially here.
"You're a perceptive person, Maejyr. Shrewd, I would say." He passes across the first and furthest line of polite distance without seeming to consider it. "I'm wondering if you might help me understand something."
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He's reached Ralston's tier. He's turning to approach, his hand leaving one rail to alight on the next. If this were someone else, he might make himself imposing—fill this theatre like a basin, let the darkness swallow it from below—but knows it would be a wasted effort, even here. Perhaps especially here.
"You're a perceptive person, Maejyr. Shrewd, I would say." He passes across the first and furthest line of polite distance without seeming to consider it. "I'm wondering if you might help me understand something."