[ L.L’s been strutting around the repairs with his broom, directing the efforts of others as much as he’s been doing any sweeping himself. What can he say? He’s just used to giving orders. Weak and skinny as he is he’s been leaving the actual building to others and focusing on tidying up the aftermath of their work.

The sight of little Ciri, fresh-faced and brand new and clutching a rag makes his stomach drop. She’s far too young to be in this den of sin and suffering. He tap-taps over on his spike-heels feet, expression sober. ]

Have you been assigned to any workteams yet, young Miss? I need someone to sweep the stairwells with me, they’re atrocious.

[ He could at least keep an eye on her and fend off any devils looking to drug her or drag her away. ]