The answer unexpectedly sent a pang of guilt through him, hitting his stomach hard and lingering there. Checking on his brothers. Something Klavier should be doing himself. Instead, he chose to act as a coward and avoid the man completely under the guise of respecting Kristoph's wishes. Kristoph who he could only rarely be around anymore back home but who he could see all he wanted here. No panes of glass, bars, handcuffs, security guards, search procedures, or paperwork involved whatsoever. It was the one single blessing this place had to offer. And this was how he utilized the luxury: by avoiding and dreading an encounter.

He could learn quite a bit from Nigredo. Here he was with two brothers, one bossy and brash, the other a bipolar psychopath who'd tried killing him at least once. Despite that, he still stayed by their side and checked up on them as though everything were normal. Klavier's "plight" was laughable in comparison. Ach, the boy put him to shame.

"Ah. I see," he said, smile softening to something gentle and understanding. Not guilt-ridden and ashamed. Hopefully. "That's probably a good idea. Things have been rather messy the last few days. Hopefully, they are both doing well." Albedo had been fine yesterday, attitude intact and everything. Rubedo, on the other hand, he hadn't seen since that horrible night in the Sun Room, blood soaked and unconscious. He'd been so focused on yesterday's predicament, he'd completely forgotten to check on the poor boy. "...Would you like an escort?"