Cassidy tilted his head up, watching her. He couldn't feel pity, though he really knew he ought to. He was still livid with the fresh knowledge that she really hadn't spent time with Henn unless Soren was busy with him.
He walked to Soren's side and put his hand on the younger man's shoulder. "I cannot express, Sable, the anger I have right now. I am doing my very best to keep myself under control. If I were any more so, this would have been a far, far worse talk."
He squeezed Soren's shoulder, and in his mind, he comforted his husband. His lifelong friend. This was going to be better than being in pain for longer. He wanted to hold Soren, to take him to Sadako or Sindre, and get him healed.