Calphayus tries to reach out to Brontes
Calphayus cringed as he watched Brontes's new attachments move about idly. Their owner looked gaunt and worn out, her face even more pale than usual, and her wild eyes framed in deep shadows.
"Why did you do this to yourself?" - Calphayus iterated for a millionth time, aloud this time.
"It is none of your business, Lord Calphayus." - Her voice was flat, devoid of anything. And yet it sent shivers down Calphayus's spine.
The Pureblood sighed heavily. It pained him to see Brontes like that, and it pained him even more to not be able to do anything, even though he had gone through a similar kind of suffering before. He had lost his beloved, too.
He sighed again, not really knowing what to say.
"You know…if you want to talk… I'll be there."