“Thank you for running that errand for me,” Seteth says. He doesn’t even realize how soft his expression has gone now that he’s looking at you. You look so lovely. He wonders—

No. He doesn’t. Shouldn’t.

He clears his throat instead, looking back down at the papers on his desk. “That’s all.” He’s scared of letting you get too close. He has Flayn to take care of you. You’re simply… a distraction. One he doesn’t think he’ll ever tire of.