Bolaire had never been the best at taking care of his vessel, and he could admit that. They constantly forgot to eat or brush out their long hair. They didn't sleep for days at a time and always was some kind of dehydrated.

His assistant always noticed when he got particularly bad from not taking care of himself. They always noticed the stutter of limbs or increased twitching, something that anyone else who was flesh and blood could pick up on, but the living mask somehow missed.

As per usual, Bolaire was in his office at the museum very early in the morning, flipping through papers and lists on his desk. He was reading about artifacts the museum would be collecting soon, or ones to send offers or letters for the possession of.