Do you know what is the worst kind of place to live if you have a bum knee? Somewhere with a lot of stairs - much like the ten towers! The place was quite literally made of stairs, and it could be really and truly exhausting when his knee acted up. Of course it kept him from getting too lazy. If he wanted to get around he had to strain himself to climb stairs. He couldn't take the easy path and keep to one floor for long. Of course, this same thing also kept him confined to his library much of the time. Fine, so it was more a convenient excuse than anything! He'd probably hide in his library anyway, he'd just have fewer worthy excuses.
Rodrik would still be in said library had it not been for the letter that just arrived … fine so it arrived two days past. It was a lengthy thing that arrived by ship. The letter was penned in the hand of an academic named Niels. Apparently the man had taken residence at the Red Keep. He'd been working on translating a text, and he was having some trouble with it. Flatteringly enough, someone had suggested him to aid the man in his endeavors. Originally, Rodrik set it aside, intending to mention it to Alaena that evening … but that was before he'd gotten horribly sidetracked and buried it under another book. Today it had fallen back into view. After that Rodrik thought it best to mention it to his wife now, before he forgot it once more.
Leaning heavily on his cane, Rodrik wandered through two towers before he found Alaena alone in a room, working on some sewing. Amused, Rodrik propped himself up in the door, watching her struggle with what appeared to be some of his trousers. Presently there was a gaping hole in-between the legs - one that he was fairly certain hadn't been there that morning. Only his wife would find a way to make the holes worse when she aimed to fix them. Rodrik grinned to himself as she grumbled, clearly irritated by her task. Chuckling, Rodrik finally stepped into the room, and approached the chair his wife was sitting in.
"You know," Rodrik began conversationally. He drew closer to her chair, and leaned down to plant a kiss on her cheek. "You didn't actually have to cut a hole in my trousers for better access." He informed her with another chuckle, before straightening up. "You are actually welcome to have at me whenever you wish." It needed to be said, obviously. Fine, so his humor wasn't likely to be appreciated just now. She was already annoyed, and his jokes would be ill received. But at least Rodrik found himself amusing. It was worth it. Rodrik hooked the beak on his cane over the edge of a table, before sitting down nearby.
"So I was reading today," surprise of the century right there. Surely nobody could have seen that one coming. "I learned something I had to share! It was truly fascinating!" His tone was excessively bright - just as it always was when he started yammering on about some mundane fact that nobody other than Eiya would care about. "Apparently, if you don't take your wife off the island at least once every two decades, she's sure to leave you." Rodrik informed Alaena with faux awe. It was true enough with her. She'd always been fond of traveling. Since they married, she'd spent far too much time on this rock. She hadn't complained much, but he knew it had to be driving her mad.