[Sorrel arrives, not over-late, but past when any business of the day might reasonably be assumed to have concluded. He knocks, of course, because however far Sorrel has come, he still hasn't fallen so far as to join the animals. Still, it's a hesitant noise, and when he's bid enter, he's a man somewhat changed, since their first meeting.
Has he lost weight? It's hard to tell at a glance. Certainly he hasn't been sleeping well, anyone can see that. No smiles here, except those wane, polite fictions that seem more a memory of happiness than an expression of what Sorrel is currently feeling.]
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Has he lost weight? It's hard to tell at a glance. Certainly he hasn't been sleeping well, anyone can see that. No smiles here, except those wane, polite fictions that seem more a memory of happiness than an expression of what Sorrel is currently feeling.]
Good evening.