[ it's impolite to let one's gaze rest too long on another's things without invitation, so ness doesn't, though the curious urge to snoop does gnaw at her: how filled in is the thedosian globe, what is it she hears in that jar, is that book any good, she hasn't gotten to read anything but history yet—

she enters the office smiling, a little less sincere than deferential, in the manner of a dog wagging its tail to dissuade raised voices or harsh hands. it's not isaac's fault; ness comes into most rooms already apologizing for being in them. ]

Thank you for making time for me. If anything comes up feel free to kick me out, I'd hate to keep you from any important work.

[ the sheaf in her hands gets transferred to her lap as she sits, inkwell and pen held in place delicately on top of them. pleasantries rise up to her lips and then subside–the enchanter seemed not to place much stock in them. ]

I wasn't sure how detailed we would be getting, so I thought it best to be ready to take notes, I hope that's alright.