Voltus limped heavily along side his daughter, relaying on her for some support. In these few moments he realized he was leaning to heavily and started to try and stand on his own, turning his limp into dragging his leg behind him.
"while I was gone Fren sent a lot of assassins," he said through grit teeth "let's just say that 500C steam and eyes don't mix well." he carried onto the door in silence and pushed through into the warmth of the room, he rested his hand on her shoulder, "can you take me to Yuri?" he said, listening to loud cello drifting through the hall way.