[ alfyn is currently seated in the refectory, a small stack of the white cult robes neatly folded next to him as he has his battle axe held securely between his knees with the blade up. he's slowly working one of the sleeves along one point and edge of the blade, deft and focused as he goes, and once he has a strip from it... he rolls it up around two fingers, depositing it into the waiting satchel on the other side.

there's a few blotches of ink where his skin is exposed on his forearms, but he's studiously not paying attention to them. not being able to save her is the one that's most visible when he looks up at aqua's entrance. ]

Howdy there. Feels a little silly to ask, maybe, what with the things we learned yesterday, but - doing alright with the start of the week?