She was trying to lighten the mood, to be sympathetic, and only hoped she hadn't offended him. Their conversation over the boards had been aggro, to say the least, and difficult, but she was trying. She briefly thought that it wouldn't be half bad if Remy came home, if only to fill the gaps of silence.
Elisabeth nodded her head once and went back to fetch Sid a glass of milk, pouring herself some as well, as it would wash the chocolaty brownies down nicely. She came back and held out the glass to Sid, sitting on a black suede chair that flanked the matching sofa. "So, what was your home like? Who did you leave behind?" She was going to get him to talk, damnit.