She didn’t answer his question, he notices, but he doesn’t pursue it. “I would have preferred elegant, truthfully,” Alcuin smiles, laying his hand over hers and lightly lacing their fingers together. “I mentioned my longing to Lady Helena and she was enchanted by the idea. She thought to request a space of you, and Thorne came to her own conclusion as well. Which was more effective? The note or the, ah, large coding script I think she called it.”