[ Sturmhond's expression doesn't change. He's good at that, well-practiced at it.

Inwardly, it's a different story. He knows those bombs wouldn't have killed Stefan, even if they'd been real. Elena had been fairly specific on what it took to kill a vampire. They're stronger than most, and vulnerable to very particular things. Stefan could probably have gotten rid of it fast enough to prevent anyone from being hurt.

Instead, he'd left Athos to die.

Sturmhond leans back, eyebrows lifting. ]

I think it's safe to say his his better nature is not in control, at the moment. I wonder what can be done about that.

I'll investigate.

[ He moves now, shifting across the room to sit beside Athos, and he claps a hand on his shoulder. ]

Would it be terribly sentimental to say I'm glad you're all right? Despite the vampire's best efforts. I've gotten so used to your lack of sleep and avoidance of conversation. It would be an awful trouble to replace you.