Hadrian smiled. They did have that in common, as well as tea and late night conversations. Despite Seven's protestations, he was going to have to leave soon. His mother had drilled etiquette into him and it made him uncomfortable to stay when his host so clearly needed to pass out. But those same protestations made him stay despite his better judgment. "I would like to know more of Viratas, too," he said, "but most of what I know is from the Viratassa and lectures about Symenestra culture." He shrugged. "Perhaps someday I will be allowed into Kalinor without threat of, you know, liquified insides. I imagine she will approve of you. That is what mothers are supposed to do, no?" He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and smiled with feigned weariness. "I don't know all that much, but perhaps after you find your mother, you'll go to Zeltiva and study at the university too. But ask a few more questions, and then I should probably depart. You clearly need sleep, so I probably do too." |