The Fixer waits patiently for Amalia to retrieve whatever it is she wants down the other tunnel, taking the time to make his own observations and draw the lily from memory, diagrams and notes about specifics filling the pages of his notebook until she returns. His fingers are ink-stained as he puts the book away, sweat and smudges marring the words, but he will copy them over to something more official as soon as he returns to the Tower.
As for something called Safrin’s Library, he finds himself raising his eyebrows. There’s a hint of familiarity about the location, as if he’d read about it a long time ago and forgot to write it down. Something to ask Finn about, maybe, but until then - “I’d very much like to see that one day.” And he’ll leave it at that.
He follows the demigoddess with ease (for perhaps the first time in twenty years), trying to take it all in - a thing he seems to be doing very much these days. The roar of the waterfall almost drowns his thoughts out as he crosses under, very glad that his pack is waterproof (and that’s not the first time he’s thought that during this excursion). While Amalia places the flower in the ‘next’ spot, Falke turns to inspect the arch as a whole; stepping up to touch the marble and the flowers, then as far back as he can to see as much as he can, no spot goes uninspected while the girl does what she needs to do.
If he hears her sorrow, he doesn’t make any mention of it; as inquisitive as he may be, Falke is also quite polite. She is not his patient. He won’t pry unless she wants to talk.
{Fin}
