[log] this is the time and this is the place to be alive
With some of Martel's current projects limited by his own limitation while the stitches in his (right, damn it) hand heal, he's mainly retreated to his finally-organized study. This very likely has a lot to do with recent downswings in mood and unexpected displays of emotion, and his general reluctance to admit to either of those. (But god forbid he look at that any closer than he absolutely must.)
Of course, he still has to come out sooner or later--he has been turning his attention to staffing the castle, and a few positions have been filling up; it wouldn't do not to see how things are proceeding from there--and there's still the matter of what's left of the mirror he broke. That in mind, and not paying much attention to anything outside his own thoughts, he leaves his desk in search of ... hm, Eirene, to start.
Ewar meets him in the hallway: "A word, my Lord?"
"Walk with me, Ewar."
"I think I'll stay on here at the castle, if you don't mind. Sir."