Theo watched with a careful feline-like gaze as Greg moved away, then came back into the conversation with Zach, leaning back against the wall as the boy took a seat nearby.
He tilted his head to think about the question. "Hmm the hands haven't seen him for many days." he decided. "No one has come. No thestrals." he looked a little perturbed by this but carried on. "No fingers inside. Nothing. You look like a vision through a cloudy glass."