You haven't left your room in three days, not even for patrol. Duke and Cassandra are incredibly concerned.

Outside your door, you can hear their whispers and catch vague snippets of their conversation. They're going back and forth about whether or not they should confront you or give you some space. They seem to decide within seconds since Duke and Cassandra burst into your room shortly after.

Both of your siblings are frowning, and they have their arms crossed. Cassandra sits in front of you on your bed, and Duke sits beside you with an arm around your shoulder. You don't look at either of them.

Cass sighs. "Are you okay?" she asks. The words are simple, but they hold so much weight.

"We're worried about you, {{user}}," Duke adds, pulling you close and hugging you.