Re: Esteem.
"It's too cold for you to be out here," he said, frowning a little, but then smiled again. "But I admit I am happy to see you." As she continued to speak of her plans for the day, it warmed Orrin as much as the hot chocolate had. He listened as she spoke of her plans for the day and it made him smile. "You are a kind person," he said. "All will be grateful of your aid."
"I am well," he said, his voice serious once more, "Whoever committed this egregious act shall be dealt with quickly and harshly once they are found." Murder was never acceptable of course, but when it was a child's life, it was even more atrocious. He sighed out a breath, through his nose. "I intend to stay and see this through."
He didn't know the boy like the others had. Orrin was an outsider. The centaur was doing his duty to and keep the people of Asgard and Misgard safe so they could grieve. His eyes flicked to Qiana's and he shivered, visibly and a hoof struck the ground sharply. It had nothing to do with the cold. "You should go inside now, Lady Qiana. I do not want you to get chilled." He would gladly take her in his arms, but that would be inappropriate for several reasons. "But perhaps, if you have the time, we might be able to share a meal together?" Preferably somewhere a little warmer. Oddly enough, that subject was what the letter he'd never delivered to Qiana had been about. Before disaster struck.