:( :( :( 

Welp. Time to do his new job. 

The day immediately following the end of her contract, she bids farewell to her company (they all very sympathetically wish her luck; they're assuming she's off northward to deal with some manner of Witchy Bullshit) and then drops by a slightly different field office, set up quite the same way, where Marshall and Roderick are poring over a map.

"Excuse me," chirps the Farseer. "Sorry, Ser Riordan, could I please borrow Commander Patricks for just a moment?" 

Squint. Didn't they break up? He thought they broke up. Marshall was sulking about it for weeks. "...sure." 

"Good morning, Farseer. How can I h--" 

Nope no talking it is kissing time. 

??? okay ?? ?? ? ? ? yay ??? 

Just briefly, though, they have other business. "Right! With that made sufficiently clear, you good for me to go have diplomatic negotiations with your mother about the hypothetical future inheritance situation?" 

??? is ??? is that a ??? good idea ???? he thought several years ago that it was a very appealing idea but he kind of assumed after getting to know her better that it was not a very realistic option ????? 

rod help,,, you are an adultier adult,,,

sorry dude can't help you with your noble politics bullshit. this is a regular-ass soldier who is busy laughing too hard to breathe 

??? 
"............if? you want? to do that? yes?" 

"Good good. Talk soon. Don't die." 

Blink blink blink. "I will as ever do my best." 

And away south goes the witch.