Krolia can't help but mentally wince at that. If figures that she herself would part of the catalyst that started this whole thing. She had hope that that wouldn't have happened, but life has a way of throwing wenches in plans. Especially if that life involves Deerington.

"I'm sorry, Chloe. I never truly had a chance to talk to him after that. I wish I did. Perhaps we could have avoided a lot of things if we had."

Krolia raises a hand and lays it against the other woman's cheek. "I'm sorry that I couldn't help then, but I can try now, if you wish me to. My son and I need to speak regardless, but I can see if I can try and figure out what's going on in that head of his."