[He can’t help it. Stephen sighs. The tautness of his features loosen, a little, not in defeat — but at least in acquiescence.

Time, maybe, is what she needs. If he cannot earn trust.]

I’ve holed myself in one of the quarters in the castle when I’m not in the library. Look for me if you have any questions.

[And he’s sure of it: she will have questions. They all do, especially fresh off the proverbial boat.]

But yeah. We’re done. Get a lay of the land for now. It’ll do you good to orient yourself.