If anyone knew that feeling of loss it was Thorsten. The man had been among humans for well over a thousand years at this point. He'd lost so many friends, lovers..He could barely remember some of their faces anymore. That was the problem with living for a long time. Time eventually caught up to everyone you knew.
"I blame the shifters..They're a crazy bunch," he teased as he looked down at her with a playful little smirk pulling at his lips. Attempting to cheer her up. Leading her through the grounds and in the direction of a local bar. Anyone would think Thorsten had a natural homing beacon for alcohol. But really, he'd just been around. "They have a tendency of causing trouble and making things more fun."