At that, Mort smiles again, small but sincere, and nods. "That would be very helpful," he says, and though the words are simple, there is a warmth in them that makes gratitude feel almost tangible. He pauses then, thoughtful, his gaze shifting briefly over the offerings and the shell-made shape of Melita’s dream before returning to her. The golden light around him seems quieter now, less delighted and more attentive, as though even it has leaned in to listen.
"Perhaps," Mort says slowly, "you could get someone to call down Safrin and see if she knows?" There is no judgement in his voice when he says her name, only consideration, and the faintest curve of rueful fondness at the corner of his mouth. "I know she and Ludo have not always gotten along," he adds, "but if anything, I find that usually has resulted in her being more aware of what it is up to than others."
"Perhaps," Mort says slowly, "you could get someone to call down Safrin and see if she knows?" There is no judgement in his voice when he says her name, only consideration, and the faintest curve of rueful fondness at the corner of his mouth. "I know she and Ludo have not always gotten along," he adds, "but if anything, I find that usually has resulted in her being more aware of what it is up to than others."
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