till you get to the Bottomland

BASTIEN

'Cause you've got a mind that is so hell bent on
Fixing me up before I get my coat off

He'd always liked to give advice (not always under his own name ;) ); Bastien wasn't sure what it was he could help Wessex with but he'd try his best, knowing full well his opinions on most things would be different from the Queens. He had never really been a fighter in the same sense she was, preferred indirect methods and a lax approach - which is why he wasn't in charge, he supposed.

There'd been a few coming and going from the council in the last years; seeing a new face within it wasn't all that surprising, though he did seem young. After Oliver, Bastien hoped Wessex knew what she was doing. He waved a small hello, a gentle sway of his fingers.

How had he been? Bastien leaned back and shut his eyes with a huff of air, a distinctly dadly way of expressing that he was tired. "I am as well as I can be. Azrael has left for their own life; a necessary part of growing up, but after Rexanna is gone too...It is hard not to slip into depression in the evenings. But ah, I will get over it. Longnight was...successful?" He asked, opening one eye to look over at Wessex. "So at least we have that."

You with those hands that are so hell bent on
Making a mess to suggest you'd think something