“I do not have your talent or any particular desire to improve my skill with fishing, it’s true, but I quite enjoy watching you fish,” Dohalim reasons, disinclined to dismiss the idea out of hand. It would be refreshing, in fact, to have an opportunity to step away from Autelina Palace once more— his work here was now as one among many who cared about Menancia’s future, but after they and their companions had traveled far and wide, it feels a bit more stifling than it used to.

“I’ve also yet to see the orphanage with my own eyes, and I would be glad to see the fruits of your labors for myself, as well as offer any aid as I can.” If she had meant the offer in jest, she’ll find that he’s actually considering it quite seriously. “I’ve no doubt the council can spare me for a number of days, with things delegated properly.”