Stefan Ionescu [the frog prince] (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} unimpressive) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bellumlogs, |
“Yeah, she did,” he answered although his voice was soft, barely able to stay on topic himself with Rosalie looking like she did. Ileana was a concern, that was understatement, but looking for her would take a long time scouring the building. Rosalie was in front of him now, obviously in distress. He could put everything on hold for just a little while longer.
His response was immediate, barely even aware that he was moving closer until there was little space between them. He tugged her to him, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and pulling her into a hug. “What happened?” The urge to know, to coax her into revealing, made the magic creep into his voice, even if it wouldn’t have any affect on her. It wasn’t just that he wanted to know what was upsetting her. He need to. So he could fix it.