"I think it's probably better form to stay in the div head apartment, at least mostly." It'll be fixed up soon enough, or at least as fixed as is necessary to live in. "But you know, if I ever take a demotion, I'll keep it in mind."

Granitefell isn't totally easily shaken off, though, and she adds, "I think about Tony so much, you know, living in his old space. Sucks sometimes, but sometimes it's nice. I mean, not like we were best friends, but we were..."

A pause, thoughtful. "I was so fucking mad at him, after the Arlathan Forest. I don't how much you know about it," presumably some, unless he'd been very incurious about Gwenaëlle's false eye, "but the two of us were with Viktor and Ellis and there was a minute when we thought one of might have to sacrifice ourselves. Long story short, I thought we should draw straws and Ellis was ready to throw himself in the metaphorical volcano, because I assume that's in the Warden handbook somewhere, and Tony overruled me." She laces her fingers, idly, rings clicking against one another. "I yelled at him about it, after, even though Ellis didn't actually die. And he said ... he was closer to Ellis, and he trusted he knew what he was doing. And he felt like Viktor and I ... everyone in Research, really. He had a responsibility to keep us safe."

It feels like a long story, and she's not sure if she should have started it, but now that she has. "Anyway. It felt like ... I don't think I fully understood how much he meant that until he fucking broke linear time with the rest of you to get everyone back. And I know there were people at Granitefell, including Ellis, he was closer to. But I also think he was just..." A sad twist of a smile. "Sorry. I guess that got away from me. Anyway. Just big shoes to fill, sometimes, I think. How determined he was to keep everyone safe. Being accessible feels like the least I can do."