His head snapped up when she walked in, even her steps had been harder- almost pounded with worry. "Verity." He said quietly, standing up, putting his book down.
She was pale and that concerned him; her grip held fast a piece of parchment that he couldn't quite read- and he had an inkling that whatever had upset her was on that.
Walking over to her, Montague put his hands on her arms slightly and rubbed comfortingly. "What's the matter love?"