[It's been nearly a month since anyone's seen Leander in public, and when he comes to open the door, Kostos will see the reason why: sickly pallor, bruised eyelids, all his angles a touch pronounced. The sleeves of his loose-fitting shirt are long, not rolled to his elbows, and the collar less relaxed than usual. Bloodless, barefoot, bone-tired.

Pleasant, all the same. Not that a smile has ever promised good health. (He laughed in surprise after Kostos broke his nose, too, when he saw there was blood.)]

I was beginning to think you'd changed your mind. [No he wasn't. Back to Nevarran, as he makes room in the doorway,] Come in, make yourself comfortable. Anywhere you like. But do not touch the painting supplies, please and thank you.