Poor child. It seemed like compassion wasn't something he often received. While Jonathan stood where he was, arms crossed and now silent, Cris moved to a chair opposite and placed a hand on the back of it. "Not a problem. Is it okay if we sit down here with you? If we're bothering you, you can ask us to leave. We won't mind," he added with a small smile. Certainly Cris wouldn't mind, but Jon was already bothered by being here. Basically it couldn't get any worse. The man sighed softly.

After the child's acquiesce, Cris sat down carefully, hands folding languidly in his lap. "I know you don't know us, but we've kept you in our thoughts this past month. I wanted to check on you." He gave a friendly smile, then glanced Nigel over. "It looks like your injuries have healed, huh? Bet that was the easiest part of all of this."