*heading down the hall and shepherding a fairly stunned Vairë along between them—without laying a finger on her, of course* *all-business* Stow the age jokes, Madame Warden, that's over and done with. Thanks for the picture, by the way, it's already on the office wall.
*knows you're absolutely right (the longer Ehtello is), of course, but isn't sparing any time to ponder the possibilities yet (where he has a job to do)* *nod* Do that, yes. Tell him if he needs any support, we've got him covered. *exhales measuredly* In the meantime, I've got a House to run. Just figures the 3IC is an endangered species these days, between Nico and Sophie.