There was no need to order the tea to be made, since Theodore had already spoken to his elf, he had only to call for it when she was ready. He took a seat on the couch beside her, though he had a feeling that he would have been alright standing up. He had steeled himself against what he might find out, reminding himself that knowing the facts would likely make it easier to come to grips with what had happened.
He looked at her quietly, hands folded in his lap, and waited for her to explain.