While mirth danced and frolicked on the inside, Kat's expression was blank. "Well, I think I need a new spouse. This one seems broken." Fenrir on the other hand seemed more compassionate. He looked between the black haired woman and the man before he slowly tugged at Rhysand's shirt. "I think he's gone, Fenrir. He will be hard to replace but I don't think there is anything we can do." A woeful howl was her answer before the wolf went for another more forceful tug.