*as he walks down the steps, murmurs over his shoulder (and you may or may not catch it)* And isn't Gondolin lucky to have so committed a servant?
*sticks his hands in his pockets and wends his way back to the House of the Fountain* *collects some takeaway coffees on his way, as well as a couple of pastries and has a coffee and a pastry sent to Ecthelion's office when he reaches home*
*returns to the apartment, a little unsettled and unsure if he should have done and said all that he did and said today*