The sounds of voices breaking the silence of the manors halls caused Throm to turn towards their source. 'Guests?' he murmured as one of his attendants, Karen led another figure to him. 'Indeed. Lady Sanria, no less.' the attendant beamed proudly, as her companion stopped in front of the couch Throm was bundled up upon. Not too long ago, Throm would felt awkward confronted with the sudden arrival of an old interest. Yet the same voice that spoke doom deep within his mind, now resonated relief within every fiber of his being. He didnt try to dissect it was he stared up at Sanria, old memories again blowing through the scars of past altercations.
'Youre not a...' Sanrias voice trailed off into a whisper. 'Specter?' he finished for her as a small smile grew on his face. She didnt answer just cast a short nod in his direction as Karen departed the room. Throm smiled still. 'No, I fear the food didnt quite taste the same as a specter.' she laughed just a little as she sat across from him on the couch. 'I wouldnt think so.' Throm plied his way through discourse, his mind weary but happy all the same. He found himself comfortable once more in her presence. For the first time in a long time he felt no facade, no barrier seperating them as she disclosed that she would be not be returning to the upper planes any more. 'At any rate that is all I came to say.' Sanria stood as Throm was able to manage a weak grin up at her. Throm had much more to say however a sudden reluctance to burden the woman further descended upon him as he just said what he thought would cause her the least confusion, 'Im glad to hear that you will be remaining with us lowly Primers.' Sanria simply smiled as if a little forced as she stepped back from him. 'Ill trouble you no more Throm.' It wasnt quite how he had intended their parting yet he just gave a nod of his head and made a poor attempt at prolonging conversation. Left to himself once more, the silence didnt last long before Karen wanted back into the room holding a tray with two mugs of tea. The older woman cast to Throm a confused glance. 'Where is she going?' Throm gave the barest hint of a shrug and didnt respond for a few moments. 'She didnt say, though I suppose she is going home.' Karens confused stare persisted as Throm cast his gaze back to the fireplace meaning to put an end to the subject. 'Well, was she not going to have tea with you? I asked her if shed be around for tea and she said she would...' From the corner of his half closed eyes his amusement was hard to disguise in the green edge of his stare. The corners of his mouth turned upwards the slightest bit as he smiled not unkindly and shook his head as though the movement cost him much effort. 'Then I suppose she has either forgotten, or has lied to you though I suspect the former as opposed to the latter.' His mind began to drift inward upon itself wearily as sleep threatened to overtake him. A voice pulled him back from the edge of it rather abruptly. 'I forgot my pack...'
