[ Viktor sees, and hopefully doesn’t imagine, Talis’ stance melting with a bit of relaxation. Spending time in the nearby capital made Viktor acutely aware of how rude some of his class peers could be towards those they deemed as “lower” than themselves. Perhaps it’s because of his disability, but those looks of pity and disgust often tainted glances in Viktor’s direction.

Looking down at the hand hesitating to take his own, Viktor bridges the gap and clasps it firmly. ] My apologies, Mr. Talis. I won’t take much of your time, but I hope you don’t mind me sitting. [ He pats his leg before sinking into a nearby armchair.

It’s then that he notices the glint of metal wrapped around one of the farrier’s legs. His gaze lingers before lifting back to the beared face hiding kind eyes. ] You’re welcome to sit, unless you need to get back to your middle of something immediately.