Themis considered herself agnostic at this stage in her life, but Samuel drawing her into small talk, knowing nothing honest could be shared between them, amounted to hell.

She would bask in what light was allowed her, knowing she would have few moments like this, where they could exist together, and she could guarantee his safety. She would take in his warmth from the respectable distance of a colleague as they walked, her posture suitably loose for the situation.

She did not look at him when she answered, as lightly as possible, "I have kept busy. The children are especially rambunctious near Christmas. I go from adoring them to wanting to hex the entirety of the castle." She'd measured her words as they walked, the lights of the library dark until they approached, fueling Themis' tongue, though she delivered her words lightly. There had been no one she passed on her journey through this floor of the library, but she left nothing to fate.

"I hope you are well." She offered gently, uncertain how to extend her olive branch to him. No demands of propriety could dull her concern for his well-being now. Fighting the urge to reach for him, her fingers twitching to reach him, she clasped her hands firmly before her.

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