To see if Christabel was still alive? What in the world did that even mean? Surely they would have been informed if she'd died. She lived with them. She was about to question what he meant, prepared to ignore his tone, when he turned and left as abruptly as he'd come. For goodness sake. How was it that in the past two years she didn't think she'd ever gotten through one interaction with her brother without some sort of arguments? What had happened to them? They'd never been the best of friends but at least in the past they'd been able to coexist. They'd played card games. He consulted her on what to look for in a wife.

Sighing she rose from the chair, crossed her gown tighter, and followed after the ghost though she was slowed by having to actually open the door. She left it cracked, padding after Victor, her bare feet silent on the tile. "Victor. Please come back." She wasn't going to rescind what she said but she was worried about him after his last comment. They might not get along as well anymore but he had seemed stressed - more than normal - and she did still care.