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[katabasis]

The question warrants the smallest wrinkle of amusement to hook at the corner of his mouth - a little absurd, and dry, and not passing high enough up into the rest of his face to bear any resemblance to warmth. Flint surrenders his glass to be refilled.

"Byerly asked something similar."

[rowancrowned]

"I cannot imagine any of our number in your place who I would like, or who would be competent."

And Gwenaelle would miss him.

Thranduil refills Flint's glass, and his own, and sets the bottle to the side. "I was very fond of Ser Coupe. But before her, we had a Rifter who was a fool, and proud. One may be forgiven, but both in one person is a disaster. You are valuable and valued here."

[katabasis]

That flicker of humor lingers a moment but is faded by the time he takes up the refilled glass and raises it half a degree. So just pride, then.

"I'll tell you what I said to Rutyer. It's my belief that the best way to see that place made secure is to finish the fight with Corypheus and see his powers in the Magisterium overthrown. As much as the island may be an able touchpoint in the North once cleared of Venatori, it's unlikely to be in the position of waging further wars of its own volition. It's in my own best interests that I remain where I am."