CIAN
the eye
Cian raises a brow at that, not trying at all to hide the brief expression of surprise that washes over him. Fixation, is it? "He's been sent out of Torchline. As that's where this fellow is, I don't see it being a problem. But if you're telling me that Finn is going to fixate even when he isn't around this man, when he's been sent elsewhere, then we have a problem." Leaning forward, the Eye raises a brow casually. He would put down a wounded horse if it needed it. Would shoot a dog with rabies no matter how he loved them. If Finn couldn't do his job, then it was back on the streets (and to the Silk Houses in all likelihood).
"By all means, run your tests." Cian's voice is dry like smoke made audible. "Our dear Doctor Hart has already cleared me, but if you would like more, here I am." Apparently the subject of October is not over, as Falke surprises the Eye again by suggesting that she be sent into the field.
None of those in Cian's employ are idiots, they can all be well sure of that. So it isn't with skepticism or annoyance that he meets this request, but soft curiosity. "And why is that? Everyone in Torchline has been accounted for. What use could she possibly have there?"
"By all means, run your tests." Cian's voice is dry like smoke made audible. "Our dear Doctor Hart has already cleared me, but if you would like more, here I am." Apparently the subject of October is not over, as Falke surprises the Eye again by suggesting that she be sent into the field.
None of those in Cian's employ are idiots, they can all be well sure of that. So it isn't with skepticism or annoyance that he meets this request, but soft curiosity. "And why is that? Everyone in Torchline has been accounted for. What use could she possibly have there?"
