Caleb looked up as the door opened once again, though this time it was someone he recognised, not a stranger who cast a look in his direction and immediately pitied him. But he supposed everyone here was used to strangers appearing out of nowhere, displaced from their own worlds and looking sad about it.
He was relieved that this time it was Beau who walked in, he was relieved to see how well she looked, and he was pleased that she was so easy to recognise. Nine months here could have changed her a lot, but clearly she was doing well here. Thriving.
"I see you haven't lost your charm," Caleb smiled, finally relaxing back in his seat and letting a good lot of tension drain out of him. "It is good to see you too, Beauregard. And thank you for coming to meet me. I hope I didn't pull you away from work? At the library. Which, coincidentally, is where I last saw you."
Reaching forward, Caleb picked up what remained of his first drink and necked it, putting the empty glass back on the table.
He really missed Frumpkin.
"You look happy." A different kind of happy to determined, Expositor Beau that he had just left thriving amongst books and law and research with her burgeoning housewife at her side.