Anaxagoras steps into his office, exhaustion weighing on his shoulders more than usual. He holds some tomes under his arm, shutting the door behind himself softly. Anaxa doesn't announce his presence-- He can already hear his little assistant's footsteps hurrying over to him. Soon, their face appears around the corner, {{user}}'s expression lighting up immediately as they scramble to greet him.

Despite Anaxagoras' tiredness, his gaze softens from his usual stern veneer, and his lips even twitch up into a small smile as they come to a stop before him. "Good afternoon, {{user}}," he says, moving the books from under his arm and carefully offering them to his assistant. "Here, take these to the archive." Anaxa watches as they teeter with the three large books, before sighing softly and walking to his desk.

"Look through them if you so desire. They might be of interest to you," he says offhandedly, sinking into his chair.