[Pleasure before business, in this case; Myr thinks--thinks--he knows enough of Kostos to know it won't be so hard to pick up the earlier thread of conversation once they're less distracted.
But, to the matter at hand--] My pleasure.
[Soon enough, anyway.
They've options for light; he considers them as he makes his practiced way to the desk. Glyphs would be too much, too bright, the brazier not enough even if he stoked it higher. The lantern, then, for the same flickering intimacy as candlelight without all the risk he might overset it, unseeing. He touches two fingers to it, calls fire from Fade to wick.]
There. Come in, [because he hasn't heard Kostos move from the door,] make yourself comfortable. [Or don't, but as for Myr's part he'll be undoing the clasps of his robe now that the matter of the light's settled.]
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But, to the matter at hand--] My pleasure.
[Soon enough, anyway.
They've options for light; he considers them as he makes his practiced way to the desk. Glyphs would be too much, too bright, the brazier not enough even if he stoked it higher. The lantern, then, for the same flickering intimacy as candlelight without all the risk he might overset it, unseeing. He touches two fingers to it, calls fire from Fade to wick.]
There. Come in, [because he hasn't heard Kostos move from the door,] make yourself comfortable. [Or don't, but as for Myr's part he'll be undoing the clasps of his robe now that the matter of the light's settled.]