Alviss was nowhere to be found. Belle had gone a rampage and was freaking out, accusing everyone of stabbing him in the back, getting him killed, something about a nasty, dangerous thunderstorm. No one got angry,
though. It was just the hysteria talking. The thunderstorm part was true though. The land had been ravaged by the large, dangerous storms. One was happening right now, the thunder booming, the lightning lighting up,
making the warmest decor look eerie, but the attention had turned to Alviss, and everyone went looking. Ginta checked the bedrooms. Later, however, he saw in the bedroom, something trembling under the covers. He
heard a whimper come from the shape under the covers, and walked over. Arriving, he pulled off the covers to find a scared Alviss shaking and crying. Very uncharacteristic of him. Ginta could hardly believe his eyes.
Strong, tall, handsome, Alviss. Afraid of thunderstorms. Impossible. But he was there, shaking, whimpering, and his eyes had a look that could easily be translated as "Please, please don't tell." Ginta, no stranger to
fear was not about to reveal such as private secret to anyone, he instead slipped under the covers, providing a strong chest in which Alviss could sob. He was warm and stable, and he placed a comforting hand on Alviss
and whispered to him, as if speaking to a small child. When the storm had gone, Ginta slipped silently out of the bed, and closed the door behind him, arriving at the scene, he simply declared "Alviss is sleeping.
Everyone be quiet." and walked away, keeping the ever strong Alviss' secret buried inside of himself, and it didn't change a thing about the way he felt about Alviss. He was still perfectly cool, and he would stay that way forever.