[ The atmosphere, at first - two unlikely people arriving together, laden with supplies for something, Benedict looking pouty - makes By wonder if this is going to be one of those we're-worried-about-you sorts of ambushes. By has never been the target of one of those before (of course; he's been far too skilled at deflecting worry and avoiding care), but he's participated before, usually as a body to fill out the room. Sometimes earnestly as a friend.
To be fair, he's not really in a good state. Foolishly, idiotically, this whole thing has sliced into his soul in a way that's surprising even to him. Discovering that the other department heads - whom he's squabbled with, insulted, who have insulted him back, but whom he fundamentally assumed were loyal to him - are willing to throw him overboard is...Well. His sleep is off, his eating is off, he's distracted, and all while they have the Chantry mother in their midst.
But: Bastien calls him Monsieur l'Ambassadeur, which signals that this isn't about something personal. Something professional, instead. So Byerly rubs at his mouth and asks: ]
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Date: 2023-03-22 01:51 pm (UTC)To be fair, he's not really in a good state. Foolishly, idiotically, this whole thing has sliced into his soul in a way that's surprising even to him. Discovering that the other department heads - whom he's squabbled with, insulted, who have insulted him back, but whom he fundamentally assumed were loyal to him - are willing to throw him overboard is...Well. His sleep is off, his eating is off, he's distracted, and all while they have the Chantry mother in their midst.
But: Bastien calls him Monsieur l'Ambassadeur, which signals that this isn't about something personal. Something professional, instead. So Byerly rubs at his mouth and asks: ]
Council for what?