Mint tea in hand, a determined armadillo was making his way over to Blaze's room. Determined was the perfect word to describe how he was feeling; he was determined to find Blaze, hug her, and do everything in his power to cheer her up. He had seen firsthand how distraught she was; upset enough to even admit to him; and 'concerned' was an understatement when it came to considering how he felt at that moment.
It wasn't as if he had no idea what she was feeling, either. Knuckles had left, too. And while the relationship between Blaze and Silver wasn't the same as the way he had looked up to the echidna and considered him almost like an older brother - he could only imagine what Blaze was feeling.
And that pained him. Blaze had always been so strong, so wise, so kind - not just for him, but for others - but helping him through his darkest times.
He only wished he could do the same for her.
He reached the door, and without any sort of hesitation, nudged it open. "Blaze...?"