The laboratory door swung open without a knock, and Rianor didn't need to look up to know who had just walked in. Only one person in Iron Hearth opened doors as if he owned the entire building.
"Sorry I'm late," Roland said, dropping into an empty chair and leaning back. He had changed out of his blue overcoat, but the dark circles under his eyes remained. "Mom held me up in the kitchen. She said I looked too skinny."
"You are skinny," Rianor muttered without lifting his eyes from the parchment in his hands. He unrolled it across the desk, pinning down the four corners with a ruler, a mana-crystal, and a cold cup of tea. "Sit up straight."
