The hand lingers there on the table for just a moment before being judiciously drawn away. Lightly again, unvarnished and without any particularly keen edge: "I don't see the harm in it so long as they don't stray outside your keeping. Though I may need to reference one or two in my next letter - Zaluski has a penchant for mentioning nothing twice for the sake of security, so apologies if I come asking for their return sooner rather than later."

Briefly, it seems as if she may remain where she is as he collects his things and sees himself out. But either it is an unconscious delay or she purposefully changes her mind, for after a pause Fitcher sweeps cheerfully to her feet and dusts her hands as if to knock loose any last lingering dredges of—

Well. It hardly matters.

"Thank you again for going through all this trouble. It sounds as if you've arranged for the hand, but should you ever need something less drastic cut away - a finger perhaps? -, you may rely on me."