She did wish she could take away the strain of being a Mikaelson. Because Henrik didn't deserve to have to deal with all the crazy intensity that came with being one of them. He was the one they were supposed to protect from it all, given the chance to be a normal kid. But, it seemed, that dream was pretty much doomed.
"Yeah, you go on and read," she offered him a small smile. The whole house was his to make use of, and that included the comfortable sofas in the living room, if he wanted to curl up and read in there. "Do you want a drink or anything?"
She just about restrained herself from practically begging him to let her do something for him. Because that would have been for her benefit, to try to ease the guilt of being what she was and a crap older sister.