May your past be the sound
"I was offering my condolences for any hard times you experienced since losing her, and trying to offer help if you need it." He hadn't expected her reaction to his kneejerk response, his automatic deliverance of condolences that clearly weren't needed. But she was determined to see him as a lesser being, and while he didn't see the point in trying to correct her through conversation alone, he would clarify this point because she had asked directly what he had meant.Jace, he pondered on, wondering at the name. Wasn't he the child the Eirachi took? The implications were not lost on Chuy, though he kept the realisations to himself - fucking magic and gods and things that were far bigger than he at play still baffled this man of science and logic.
Taking it over? he also wondered. He honestly hadn't realised that was an option available, family member or not. The Academy was a school, first and foremost, not just a huge building replacing the palace that once stood for the Launceleyn's to play in. He assumed Warden Morgan would have some say in the Academy and how it was used - but then, perhaps his thoughts were too aligned to 'public school' thinking, where the local government assigned appropriate teachers for all students who wanted to learn to attend.
"So what sort of work do you do, or would you like to do?" he posed, finding himself driving this conversation far more than he expected, and already feeling the pull of other duties tugging at his attention. He was here for now though, but unless she showed more of a desire to converse with him, he would probably make an exit soon enough.
of your feet upon the ground
CHULANE
