[Ortus is quite still when the young Warden makes his carefully off-handed comment about the Emperor's stated affection for Harrow. He does not narrow his eyes, nor flex his hands within the confines of his sleeves. Such gestures would be mere posturings from him. It is only at his temples that the slight tightening of his jaw flutters visibly, betrayed by soft tissue underneath the illusion of stark bone.]
I would hesitate to invite either of them to any labor of construction. [Despite that, when he turns to the concept of a bone door, he manages a faint wryness.] And I suppose that if my Lady desired a bell as we had at Drearburh, she has had ample time to seek one out.
[Or perhaps she has not felt she had the right to ask. It is sometimes difficult to predict when Harrowhark will insist on certain matters, and when she will not. He imagines that Gideon feels no particular nostalgia for the sound.]
Lady Harrowhark has always had an aptitude for devotion. Even as a child, she oft put others' piety to shame. [He produces a hand from his sleeve to gesture ever so slightly at himself, as an example.] I hope our Lord did not call it 'humoring' in her presence.
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I would hesitate to invite either of them to any labor of construction. [Despite that, when he turns to the concept of a bone door, he manages a faint wryness.] And I suppose that if my Lady desired a bell as we had at Drearburh, she has had ample time to seek one out.
[Or perhaps she has not felt she had the right to ask. It is sometimes difficult to predict when Harrowhark will insist on certain matters, and when she will not. He imagines that Gideon feels no particular nostalgia for the sound.]
Lady Harrowhark has always had an aptitude for devotion. Even as a child, she oft put others' piety to shame. [He produces a hand from his sleeve to gesture ever so slightly at himself, as an example.] I hope our Lord did not call it 'humoring' in her presence.