diseased

She had not known him, did not remember him in the least - and yet, she knew by instinct that he was family. Just how did he tie in with the Adravendi? It was a question that would buzz toward the back of her mind, and yet she would not ask those questions first, stepping forward to stand beside Erani. Her mother seemed to know this man's name, repeating it slowly on her tongue as if she was surprised that he was standing before her. What had happened to this man? It looked like more than a single simple fight, he was covered in the remnants of battles, scarred and tossed away. It hurt her heart, to see a member of her family like this, to see any lupine like this.

What had brought him this way?

If he had come for Cairo, then he would only find more heartbreak in Valhalla... silently she hoped that wasn't the case.

"Sir... Coeus? Would you like to take a seat?" He was pacing, and she hadn't the slightest clue what could be on the war torn lupine's mind. Perhaps if he took a moment and paused he would be able to think more clearly. "You're in Valhalla, my name is Chrysanthe Adravendi, and this is Erani - although you seem to already be acquainted." She would speak clearly, not wanting to chastise him even if she was worried. "Have you come here for a reason?" She honestly wanted to know, and hoped that she could help him further if he had.