[After the lights come back, and after Lucy sleeps a while, she does her hair up. She gets dressed in a pretty dress, puts her earrings and puts lights in them, and picks up a box of sweet rolls from one of the expensive bakeries in De Chima. None of this is particularly unusual for Lucy, when she comes to see Baelish. She always brings something to eat, and a tin of tea. She always takes the care to look like a queen for him.
His secretary lets him know she's waiting, and when he comes out she's giving his secretary a sweet cinnamon roll.]
My lord Baelish!
You do look very good, I fear I likely look as though I have not slept in a month.
[ Baelish approaches in the door way, bowing slightly at the torso. The ambassadorial office does look like a bit of a mess. For as much as they've cleaned, you can't simply erase the presence of a hundred or so people sleeping here for a week so easily. ]
You are only being kindly to me, my queen. Nothing could sway your beauty and elegance. Not even exhaustion.
[ And he knows, as old as he is, he does not wear his exhaustion nearly as well as she does. He offers an arm as he gestures for his office. ]
Please do forgive the state of things. We're still in the process of picking up after our guests.
Oh, no, I could never even imagine needing to forgive your generosity.
[She takes his arm, her package in a bag that she hands very carefully to him. It's the kind of fancy paper bag with decorative ribbon handles, the kind of bag that comes out of fancy bakeries.]
I must think we are also a mess, but as it happens we are quite blessed with a space that allows for us to easily turn it from a clinic to a shelter. And so our cleanup is likely much simpler, in that regard.
But you have passed this crisis safely, I must ask?
[ He smiles at the gift of sweets, taking it carefully in one hand as he guides her into the open door of his office. He steps away from her side so that he can close the door behind them and then set the package down onto the table, opening it up. ]
Ah. This looks delectable. A nice alternative to the watered down broth we had been consuming for much of the week. [ With a smile, he finally answers her question. ]
I've been about as safe as one could expect in Maurtia Falls. [ Three murder attempts, many more violent outbursts aimed at him. ] But my lady managed to heal the damage, so you needn't worry over me. I hope you were safe as well. I fear that you stretched yourself too thin.
Watered down broth? My lord, you should contact me in such cases!
[She sits, spreading her skirts prettily; her poise is not new but it is certainly being done with intent. To show respect, to give him manners. She wants to tuck her feet under her chair, but instead she stays still,does not fidget.]
Well, we all must do what we can, and I could do so much.
But I was safe enough. Lady Hawke, you must know, is quite formidable.
I knew you already had quite a bit on your plate, your grace. I did not have to eat in luxury so long as many others were being fed. I'd like to believe not a single mouth went hungry in our city thanks to the efforts of my team and also those of other imPorts including RISE.
[ And that was really what mattered. Even if most people tended to focus on what damage had been done and the number of bodies turning up. Petyr settles beside her on the couch, reaching out to unfold a couple of napkins so they could place their sweets upon them. ]
I do quite enjoy Lady Hawke. She is wild and humorous, but her heart is in the right place. You are fortunate to have her as a part of your guard. But I digress. Was there something you wished to discuss?
[ Because Lucy's demeanor is not indicative that this is merely a social visit. ]
[ He gingerly removes one of the sweet rolls from the box, prying off a piece and popping it into his mouth. The look on his face is one of approval. ]
And, if you have need, I should think that our imPorts can reinforce your policing. For I have heard tell that you are suffering heavily on that front.
[She kicks her feet a little, it makes her look very charming.]
It's very kind of you to offer, Your Grace. But while it is beneficial to pool resources in a sense, it is the imPorts' choice which city they decide to aid. Some may enjoy how lively this city is, but others may not. And I would not want to force that on anyone.
[ His tone remains light as he cleans the sticky residue from his hands. ]
[ Ah. So Lucy shows her hand. Something he finds to be a most unprofessional display of personal feelings.
Baelish wears a weary smile, shaking his head. ]
I am fond of you, Lucy. So please take what I say next as a form of genuine counsel and not anything meant to offend.
None of these imPorts are yours. These people are not your subjects, but your peers. And you house no claim to them. You especially house no claim to those who come from my own world. Imagine I approached you to have the same sort of conversation about your brother Edmund. You would, as kindly as you could, put me in my place, would you not? And I would deserve it.
[ He waves his hand idly. ]
I am not in need of your imPorts. I merely offered an opportunity to Jon to be among familiar faces from home while fighting for a good cause. The choice is his to make.
His grace is most free to do whatever he should like. My concern is less that he is mine, so in that I must say I misspoke. Mine is that you are in need.
But perhaps I am mistaken.
[She keeps a very level head.]
You do not have a place I could put you in, sir. My royal brother is most his own creature, as well.
You need only ask if it is funds you need, Doctor. I can easily secure those for you. But as for the metahumans, they would be ideal. They are, however, well protected so getting around the government on that one would be a tricky matter.
Although, I do know of one who may be perfect. One I had found in my travels who no one would be able to question whether it is psychiatric care he needs. And one who is so blatantly anti-government, I doubt even the government would care what happens to him.
[ A long, pregnant pause in which Baelish takes a moment to draw in a breath of contemplation. ]
Whatever Lord Snow has told you was to be a private conversation. It's not indicative of the desperate need of my city as seems to have been implied. We are a rougher sort. That is undeniably true. And I believe we could only benefit from imPort presence. But I would much rather that presence be permanent than on rental. We need people who will choose to live here, see the problems at their root, and help to destroy that root. We need more Doctor Chiltons or Major-General Armstrongs or Count Dookus. We need more idealistic individuals like Ken Kaneki or Percival Graves. We need strong business leaders like Bela Talbot or James Patrick March.
Surely that is something you understand, Your Grace. De Chima has so many strong and prominent leaders, yourself included, and look at how smoothly things run for the most part.
It's not so much about his abilities, but more of what he knows. He seemed to have some knowledge about the Alterrams and the government's use for them. But he's also a bit mad. One of those crazy conspiracy theorists. I'd like to uncover what is truth and what is his imagination, if I can.
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