[It is strange, still, to hear anyone comment on his eyes simply with respect to a choice of outfits. Even with the magic he can use to cloak himself entirely from the suns' direct rays, Liem still often wears his sunglasses while he is out and about, as a matter of habit. In his own country, where anyone sporting obviously inhuman features was looked at askance, it would have been unthinkable for him not to wear them, even while indoors. He has rarely considered his eyes while selecting clothes to wear.

But at Set's suggestion, he replaces the darker suit next to the others and sets out the other where it might be more easily accessible. They are heading Below, regardless, so perhaps he will leave his lenses at home.]

They are in my dressing table, [he says, fingers marching down the line of buttons on his waistcoat.] In the left drawer.

[Along with various jars and bottles of hair product, which he switches between depending on his mood and what kind of scent appeals most to him on a given day. Truly, smelling nice is just one of life's little pleasures.

When Set mentions Claude, it reminds Liem of the open communion the man had extended towards those of Zenith — an attempt to understand them better, it had seemed. Given what he has seen of him in the past, he's unsurprised to hear that Claude would support such a venture.]

That is a good idea. I made recommendations in my report that Springstar should include Highstorm in its efforts to settle Alenroux, but the support of the shard-bearers will greatly affect the success of such overtures.

[He shrugs out of the garment; removes his tie pin and sets it aside for the moment before following with his tie as well.]

We actually spoke, earlier — though not about that. [A frown touches Liem's expression.] He seemed concerned about Hayame. Is she… doing well?