"Ah. So you are together."

For whatever reason, LeFlamme seems to have no reaction to the fact that Syrlya just stepped out of nowhere. He remains at this dead, his pen still poised as if ready to beginning writing again at any moment.

"I had initially been unsure of whether that experience was real."

He finally sets down the pen, closing his book.

"So... What are your intentions? What would you have me do."