Sinric smiles warmly. "I may yet do that." He leans back a little, breathing the warm air and the scent of the river. "It was good to speak with my old praeceptor but I don't wish to be bound to another court."

He smiles softly to the boy. "Would you cover my retreat if I went?"

{ooc: last one of the night for me. Lovely to thread with you again!}