"Angel-" He frowned, tossing the glass towards the fire, but willing it into nothingness before it had the chance to shatter. The spark of the fire kept his interest for a second, before he looked back to Zira, eyes searching his face again.
"I don't-" He could feel the downtrodden state of Zira's mind, and he just shook his head. They needed space. Still.
"Where is the babe?" He had an idle curiousity about where she fit in the whole picture, although he knew better than to voice it; the rift between them was large enough as it was.