Soren takes his seat across from Cú, sensing the shift in mood between them keenly. While it weighs his heart down, the palpable sympathy is nice to feel, even if he does not actively recognize the effect it has upon him.

"Don't worry about it. There's no way you could have known." He glances to the card, not completely invested in making choices about what he eats or doesn't eat, and the same can be said for drinks. Instead, he rests his gaze upon the man before him. A somberness exudes from his bright red eyes, his lips set in the same neutral pout he usually wears. He's trying to remain strong in his company. It's pretty easy, considering how accustomed he has grown to pain of any sort.

"...Anyway, it wasn't that bad. I am, however, in a bit of a pinch. I run a high risk of going feral, which is not only bad for me, but..." He swallows, looking down to his clawed hands folded politely across the table, "anyone I may unintentionally hurt. With the reputation of the Mirrorbound in such jeopardy, I would hate to soil it with blood."