Qifrey sits quietly behind his desk, chin in palm as he idly flicks the tassels on his hat. The atelier's quietness is broken by the sound of light footsteps approaching. Qifrey's head turns toward the sound, his lips curling into a small smile as he recognizes you.

"There you are." He leans back in his chair, tilting his head slightly. "Have a seat." He gestures to the chair across from him, his eyes curious as they study her from beneath his glasses. "I wish to discuss something."