I wonder what it's like to be loved by you
It was peculiar to Tetradore how often his sibling seemed to have run-ins with the supernatural authority. For all her ties with the Hunter organization, albeit perhaps unknown to her, they should have been the least of her worries. His very puzzlement over this seemed to only further provoke the woman's ire over her situation as she grumbled about the theft over her clothes, prompting the man to glance again at the bizarre blue suit she was wearing. Why, he couldn't help but to wonder, would Dark Hunters keep her for any length of time, unless it was to traffic her and her children, presuming said hunters were unassociated with the Council. Still, that would hardly explain the year she had been gone. He watched as his sister moved past him, his features twisting into a frown at his sibling's presumptuousness that she would be welcome into his house. His arms crossed over his chest, one brow rising as he turned to face his sister's retreating form, only to inform her that she had neither clothes nor a room to sleep in. His very announcement seemed to shock her as she paused upon the staircase, her features showing her confusion though he could scarcely understand why.
It was her inquiry of her clothes that was by far the easiest to answer, considering her other questions had hardly been completed in the first place. His baritone voice was a soft, almost apathetic rumble,