Winter's eyes flicked up as somebody moved. He watched the woman for a few moments, then looked back down at the seemingly endless bits of paper. Deciding that he wasn't going to get anything done by just staring at them, he pulled a quill out and began to write quickly.
Although he'd rather not be filling in things, he'd rather be doing things.
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