Most check-in days, when he wasn't helping out in the kitchens, Mildmay tried to stay outta the way while keeping an eye on things, which wasn't much different from any other day at the inn. Except for the weight pressing on him, sometimes making it hard to breathe, like a echo of the obligation d'âme. Only this time it wasn't no spell, just hope he hadn't been able to shake, that this time, Felix might show up. Although powers help the people here if he did.

About the only the thing new guy walking down the corridor had in common with Felix was being a guy and the corpse-white skin that'd made Mildmay and Felix both stand out Mélusine, but was the norm around here. If anything, he reminded Mildmay more of himself when he got spooked. Trying to watch out for everything at once, braced for something bad to happen at any time.

Looking up from the atlas in his lap, he didn't smile – the scar running the left side of his face from lip to hairline meant he never smiled – but he was relaxed at least. "Learning your way around?" he asked, the words slow, careful not to slur too much to be understood.