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[student_of_impossibility]

There's quite the sound of chatter from the other side of the door when Tavi opens the door. For a moment, before he takes in the sight of the Bar on the other side, his face is markedly neutral in expression. But notice he does. He turns, and the sound vanishes before he gives a wave and closes the door. Briefly he rests his head against the door frame before exhaling, straightening, and making his way slowly towards a couch by the fire.

For all that he's dressed somewhat more formally than usual--there's red and blue silk over a white linen tunic today, and he still has the plain steel circlet of his office--once he's free and clear of the Aleran side of the door, his face is a little too pale, his shoulders a little less straight, and unutterable weariness in his eyes.

As he makes his way over to a couch, he shrugs off the silk, balls it up, tosses it on a pillow, and promptly flops face-down into it. Tall as he is, honestly the couch isn't quite long enough when he's fully stretched out, especially sprawled--but he doesn't seem to care. His circlet is jostled off by the movement and tumbles unheeded to the ground next to him. Honestly, he barely notices his surroundings.

Someone is very, very tired.