Christine listened quietly as he informed her of the state of the Opera House. She was relieve to hear that the beloved building was not beyond repair. She knew it would upset both herself and her husband to see the beautiful place unrepairable. She let out a slight sigh of relief as that knowledge settled in. Of course, selfishness came into that as well as her love for the Opera House. Had anything drastic happened she had no doubt that her husband would leave her often to oversee repairs.
"Then we have been blessed with good fortune indeed," she told him, a soft smile on her face. A smile that left her the moment Erik left the closet and her eyes fell straight to the bandage covering his waist. She did note the lack of any sort of hint of bleeding, which was a relief, but her heart began to beat faster with worry. She took a few steps closer to him, her eyes flickering constantly between the fabric at his torso and his eyes.
"Mike said you were well. You do not look well to me," Christine went on to say, now standing close enough that she could ever so gently press her fingertips against the bandage. Hopefully the gentle touch wouldn't hurt him. "What happened to you? Please, tell me."
He should know by now that if he brushed it aside she would simply worry more.