Re: Elevator
Tristan stayed seated on the floor of the elevator car, head tipped up to watch Varian when he stood. It was even more unsettling to watch him be calm, identical to Azrael, except for the now ill-fitting clothing. He kept quiet when Varian talked to whoever was on the other side of the doors. It didn't make much sense for him to stand, not when there was no way to know how much longer it would still take for the doors to open.
He couldn't help the hollow breath that wasn't quite a laugh at the thought of them being 'fine'.