Llewellyn was silent for a moment. He supposed that was true, as sad as it was to remember... But that just made this task all the more important to his mind... He was glad that he’d done it. “Of course, then in that case I’ll be glad for whatever you give me.” Moving a stack of books to a shelf, he glanced back again with a smile. “And if there’s anything I can do to help with a project, at least I’m not far, hm?” He gestured to his own desk.

With a final look around, he supposed that was enough sorting for now. He wanted to redirect his attention to Rhy. Rolling his shirtsleeves down and fixing the cuffs, shook his head a little. “Luckily, I’m uh— used to cleaning up. Well... When it’s necessary, I suppose.” Llewellyn knew he was a disorganized, scattered person, and he’d never deny that. But he’d never really had anyone to clean up after him outside of someone tidying and transcribing notes for him for work, so this much he could do when he put his mind to it.