Arthur inclined his head politely.
"Arthur. I was told there is a child here in need of a home."
Cynthia remained quiet for a moment.
Then she looked back at Trafalgar, and whatever question had been building in her seemed to take final form.
He had actually done it.
Trafalgar had left for what felt like no time at all, and now he had returned with a man who looked far too serious to be part of some careless decision. Arthur carried himself like someone used to handling orders, men, money, and problems that became worse when spoken about loudly.
Cynthia did not know whether that made her feel better.
"That was fast," she said.
Trafalgar answered as if the matter were simple. "I told you to give me a few hours."
"You barely used one."
"Efficient, then."
Cynthia gave him a look, but before she could answer, Sister Lunea came out from the side hall with a small stack of folded cloth in her arms. She stopped when she saw Arthur standing beside Trafalgar.
