Oh shit. Malificar. The disaster at the tower. Constans blinked at Aurin, a hint of guilty conscience creeping out to say a fine how-do-you-do. He put on a sulk, looking upset; maybe even a little unthinkingly sympathetic. What a way to take the wind out of his sails.
"That's terrible, Aurin," Constans supplied after an unbearably awkward pause. "I... my mom died fighting the Darkspawn. I miss her. It's not right you had to lose both your parents."
He hated admitting that, but at the same time... he'd needed to. It felt good. He looked at Aurin uncertainly, dislike and pity at war in his mind and confusing the blazes out of him. Unable to deal with the subject anymore, he blurted what he hoped would be a change of subject. "So why did you bring in those flowers?"