*doesn't even acknowledge that, instead waving you around to his side of the desk*
*wordlessly takes your face in his hands and presses his lips to your brow, only once, and only briefly* *can't make any promises as to Ecthelion's well-being, and the fact that he'd have gladly taken Ecthelion's place (if only to spare you this) is fairly useless*
*has only:* Room 315. Take your ID, he's under guard.