Kezia had recently come back home and while Sylas had been a distracted wreck while she was away, things had settled again now that she was back. A new necklace rested around his neck, an enchantment he had made for him and Kezia so that they would never have to be very far from one another. A way to reach each other at any time regardless of distance. It was kind of like a security blanket and one he never intended to remove.

He was having a few moments of peaceful silence in the sitting room, a book in his lap opened somewhere around the middle and a large stack of books on the side table beside him. At the sound of footsteps he looked up to find the familiar form of his aunt. Sylas wasn't a particularly open person and rarely shared any sort of affection for people, especially outside of his immediate family, but his aunt was one of the few who had managed to settle into his heart.

"Aunt Cordelia," he greeted her, placing his gloved palm on top of the opened book so it would stay in place.

Though his aunt had not been born into the family, Sylas had always thought that she was a good fit for it. She was full of grace and poise and he admired her for that. It might not be atypical in Arynn Frey but she always seemed a cut above the rest. He kept his gaze on her as she moved to sit and at her mention of Kezia he looked away, heat rising to his cheeks. He had never been good at talking about his emotions and felt it oddly vulnerable to admit how much of a relief and excitement it was to have Kezia back.

He took perhaps too long of a moment to find words to reply. Finally he looked back up at Cordelia. "I had received word that she had died," he explained. "To find her back home, perfectly healthy, was-" he struggled again for another few moments but wasn't able to express in words how that had felt. So finally he just shrugged.

Relief was only the beginning of how he felt about her return but he could tell that his aunt was well aware that explaining it in words would never really suffice. He always appreciated her skill in dealing with other people. She had a way of making people feel comfortable even in uncomfortable situations. He never felt like he had to be anyone but himself when he was around her.

His face feel further though when she mentioned the attack on the wall. "Some dead, some forced to return home. Only three here in all of Arynn Frey...it shouldn't have been that way. I wish my mother-" he hesitated, not wanting to speak poorly of someone he cared about. "It could have been different," was all he said on the matter. If the dresmondi had been more fully accepted and not forced to live in a camp so close to the border then they would have been more fully protected, impossible to target as a group...

Though his aunt gave him the space to speak freely, which he appreciated, he did not finish what he'd been thinking. He was very rarely particularly open with people, it had never been a strong suit of his. Only Kezia had ever seen the most full version of who he really was. So much of it he'd kept bottled inside for so much of his life.

He looked a little guilty though at her question. "I have not spoken to her, no. I probably should, I know, but...I haven't."