Blank's eyes widened a little bit as Artorias explained where he was from. The mage was not expecting that. Slowly, he took his hands off the pian, his magics allowing the keys to softly continue. He wanted to hear this.
Blank continued to listen, finding his story very fascinating. It nearly reminded him of a friend. The spectral detective slowly turned around on the bench. He placed his elbows on his knees as he kept his almost full attention on the Warrior.
"There's nothing to apologise for, Artorias. It sounds like a very rough thing to go through." He spoke with a soft smile. As far as he knew, Blank could hardly relate, but he didn't want this one to suffer. His eyes darted between Artorias and Sif briefly as Blank sharply exhaled through his nose.
"...Would you like to meet Reeve?" Blank offered a small smile, hoping this question could at least distract Artorias from what he was feeling. "I'm sure Reeve would love to meet Sif."