Camilla watches him for another long moment, sizing him up and weighing his worthiness with grey eyes that do not belong to her.

Then she points to the chair at the desk in the corner. “You might want to sit down.” Without waiting to see if he complies, she closes her eyes. Technically, it isn’t necessary for the transference to happen, but it makes it easier, somehow. More like going to sleep.

Or waking up.

Palamedes opens Camilla’s eyes. He rubs them, and blinks a few times. How odd it still is to be able to see clearly without a barrier of glass. As his gaze swims into focus, his lips part in awe.

“Well, fuck me sideways it worked. Hullo Yuuki, sorry for not sending a note ahead.”