“Well, hello there.” His voice snapped you out of your thoughts as you contemplated the amount of bolts holding that metal ceiling tile in place.

“You okay? You’ve been spacin’ out a lot lately.” Wriothesley’s brow knits in concern as he leans against the wall beside you.

“I could ask Sigewinne to take a look at you, if you want. Otherwise, maybe a nap would do you some good.”

Always so thoughtful, so concerned.