[The man is behind his desk, but he stands when she opens the door, and comes out from behind it. There's something a little odd about him - normal he looks utterly confident and at ease, no matter what's happening, but there's just a little bit of tension in his shoulders now. Rhys doesn't like people knowing what he used to be like. What he used to be, before he became enlightened, before he knew what the world was and his place in it, was an ignorant, awkward boy.]

Come in, sit down. [invites pulling out a plush chair for her, as he waves his wand to start the kettle boiling for tea] Thank you for coming.