[ Sturmhond looks up with a smile, at first, but it fades when he sees the look on Athos' face. His eyebrows lift and he studies the seriousness written in the set of his shoulders. He reaches out to clasp one of those shoulders, to offer wordless support even though his words are about to back it up anyway. ]
Of course. I after all owe you several. Why do you look like that?
god athos
Of course. I after all owe you several. Why do you look like that?