"That's the gist." Palamedes exhales and rubs the bridge of his nose. He suddenly looks uncertain, almost sheepish. It’s an expression that Camilla Hect’s fact wears awkwardly. “Look, the situation here…it isn’t good. I’m keenly aware that I’ve pulled you into it without so much as a by-your-leave, and that you have no reason to care about the people here. But they’re my people, Yuuki. I had to do something.” He sits down heavily on the bed.

“But if we’re being entirely honest, I’m dreadfully glad to see you.”