Rezo has been deeply absorbed in his writing, such that he doesn’t notice her approach until she actually speaks up. He startles, turning to face her. She may notice that he has somehow gotten a smudge of ink on his cheek, as well as having stains all over his fingers.

“Lioriley?”

Rezo quickly leans his elbow against the study desk he’s been working at, trying to casually block his writing from view. It’s not ready yet!

“How may I help you?” he asks.