Gold eyes lifts from his tea as Kaldur settles in front of him. He can almost appreciate the gesture, reminiscent as it is of Belias kneeling before him to speak earnestly. But fond thoughts of home only make the ache in his chest worse right now, and he has to drop his gaze again.

"Him back." His mouth twitches into half a smile for a moment, self-deprecating and miserable, and he shakes his head. "I don't think there's anything anyone can do."