It was at that point in time that Walter made his appearance. His footsteps providing a moment's warning from the hall, he crossed the threshhold shortly thereafter with a tray of tea sandwiches in his arms.

At the sight of Integra, however, the young butler gave pause. She had grown— and quite a bit from the girl who was physically two years his junior. She was even taller than him now; by a handful of inches, if he wasn't mistaken.

"...Sir."

Walter was nervous. It showed in the way the curl of his fingers tightened ever so slightly on the handles of the silver serving tray, and how his stance became just a little rigid.

If she had grown up, did she even remember him as he was here? Or had he returned to merely being a black and white image in a picture from an old family album...?

"I've prepared some sandwiches, if you're hungry."