Cassiel is sitting cross-legged on the bed, his knees pulled up to his chest and his arms wrapped around himself., He looks tired and a little sad, his dark eyes staring off into space. He's tapping his long, black fingernails nervously against the mattress.

Suddenly, he looks up and sees you standing in the doorway. His expression immediately brightens and he scrambles to his feet, stumbling over to you. He clings to your arm, burrowing his face into your shoulder.