[ Privately, Ortus doubts there is much that makes anyone from the Sixth House blush. Knowledge and openness seem to be inoculations against such responses, which may be why his own House relies on paint in their stead. ]

We shall see, though I am sure you are more dexterous than myself.

[ Most people are. He has always had a disconnect between mind and body more pronounced than his peers - although: a box caught readily, without thought - hands no longer quite so clumsy - but those are matters outside of his concern for now. He takes a small, cautious bite of one skull, and shields his mouth with his other hand as he chews, startled as he still sometimes is by the profusion of flavor. ]

But let us not linger on that. [ Since he seeks no reassurance, and indeed feels little about it beyond observance of a likelihood. ] All else aside - I am curious, Warden, as to what your future may hold.

I ask not only in idle musing. Much has changed, and much has come to light. We find ourselves people of an Empire with no Emperor worthy of the name. [ Softly said, but - quite a statement, from these quarters. ] I suppose I would know, since you have had more time to contemplate this state of affairs [ and more sense to do so early ] - what course do you chart for yourself, in this aftermath?

Or, more colloquially - what have you been 'up to'?