There's never really a Good Time to slip away. Exceptions, however, sometimes Need to be Made. And there's a certain amount of Closure in settling Urania in for a bit of tea and then drifting across the Green to linger at the back of the Hall to listen to one of the oldest standing Institutions in his personal Sphere transform into something greater than herself.

And then into a Seven.

He can't stay long. Will wait, of course, for her to speak to higher ranking Cards before slipping to the front.

Just to press her arm briefly. Words are thick and dumb in his throat, but surely she'll understand.