Anvar waits patiently, but his uncle seems to take forever to read the single sheet of paper which made up the message from the Wyrte. Eventually he clears his throat and speaks. "Is... is it all right?" Invarioneth looks up. His expression is as ever, mostly neutral with a hint of disapproval. "Yes," he says. "I will write the report requested." "I think Magistra Colle wants to see us in the kitchen," Anvar says, relieved, and turns to go. "Very well," Invarioneth says, with a slight smile which Anvar, already heading out of the room, misses entirely.