[Dist does return, to both check up on Ion and to get himself a bite of food and toss out some crumpled up work papers. Of course, he's been doing some research on matters concerning him and his immediate attention, so the waste in his bin is...fairly excessive. Perhaps burning it would be more efficient than simply tossing it. The information is relatively secretive, so--
Dist casts a glance at Ion from the corner of his eye, the movement catching his attention first. Did he not sleep well? Honestly, that boy... Dist said for him to call if he needed anything. A sleeping aid does indeed fall along those lines! Ugh, really...this is becoming most troublesome. Dist doesn't need any more stubborn people in the house. He's well to do with the ones already present.]
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Dist casts a glance at Ion from the corner of his eye, the movement catching his attention first. Did he not sleep well? Honestly, that boy... Dist said for him to call if he needed anything. A sleeping aid does indeed fall along those lines! Ugh, really...this is becoming most troublesome. Dist doesn't need any more stubborn people in the house. He's well to do with the ones already present.]
Fon Master, are you...all right?