Celeste is settled on one of the couches, reading a book. She calls out at the knock, resting a hand to the book to see who enters. Her back tensing for a moment. Griedan enter the rectory respectfully, his bulk, even without armor on, filling up the passage. Offering a bow to Celeste, the glowing sunkissed man does his best to smile for her. "Thousan' pardons Meh Ladeh. Yeh said what that yeh wan'ed t' talk an' I was wun'erin' ifn this migh' b' a good time, aye." "Not all were eunichs," reminds Celeste, not unkindly.