[It's a simple enough action that makes Lorenz smile, albeit brief and small, appreciative of the affection and care. It isn't as if he suffers over the war day in and day out- perhaps if some of those old friends were to actually turn up here, but he's been spared that conversation- but it's hardly a walk in the park to do it now.]

Personally? No. But a familiar voice carries much easier through a crowd, does it not, particularly when... you know.

[He shifts his hand then to curl his fingers loosely around Fenris', and sighs.]

The Empire's leader is here, in this city. She and I were not close in school. Some might argue that the full responsibility for the war falls on her, but here in this world, she is... still a young girl. Quite the headache!

[Timelines, right. Fuck 'em.]