He was worried about his sister. True, Elijah worried about all of his siblings but Freya had been rather gravely ill. All of the siblings had let their own lives slip a little bit, even Elijah as he not only worried about her but about the rest as well. And now that she was feeling better, she was once more stretching herself thin. Perhaps too soon after this bout of pneumonia.
It was to that end that Elijah had invited her to dinner at his place. First to see and gauge with his own eyes how she was doing and second to express some reservations about embarking on an international trip to visit a refugee camp so soon after her illness. Whether she would actually accept that those concerns were valid was something else entirely.
He’d just been finishing dinner preparations and checking the coq au vin when Freya arrived and so he answered the door with his shirt sleeves rolled up and a dish towel neatly folded over one shoulder. “Sister,” he greeted, leaning in to press his cheek against hers. “Come in...can I get you something to drink? Dinner should be ready shortly.”