[it's a strange feeling, one he can't even fully equate to Melqal now. in any case, there's little that Morax can do but accept what he's given in full. whether Dohalim or Melqal or both, he's... relieved, really, at the offer of a tour.

he doesn't think he can be alone for too long, right now. maybe by dinner's end, when he's come to grips with the fact that this is real, that he's... free. but for now...]

I would greatly appreciate it. As I mentioned, I have... a great many questions. But-- my apologies for the delay, miss.

[reluctantly, Morax's attention turns to the maid, a warm smile crossing his features that would fool almost anyone away from thinking there's a tumult beneath that face. he knows better than to linger too long, no matter how he'd like to.]