Taff was more than content to stay curled up under a blanket on the sofa in Aurora's office for the rest of his life. Or at least until they found a cure, which he was sure they wouldn't now. It was karma wasn't it?
But here he was safe and alone and mostly Aurora didn't say that much. But she had taken a sudden almost motherly figure in his mind. He didn't know why, but he felt safer with her.
He was sitting flicking through the pages of his journal when the door to the room burst open. He jumped, dropping a bottle of ink he'd had balanced on his leg and stared wide-eyed at his brother like a rabbit caught in headlights. "Tristan!" He exclaimed in shock, really not sure how his brother had found him. Unless Aurora had told him... "I--what?"