He watched Enna quietly still, a low rumble escaping his chest. He slowly walked faster, moving to be beside her but slightly behind. He gently let his head brush over her back and side, nuzzling her softly. He couldn't help but be worried, once again still blaming himself for how she was feeling. As they approached the house, he reared up, opening the door with his paws before entering inside. He shook out his fur, looking around slowly. It was still very quiet in the house. He wouldn't be surprised if she was still asleep. As he approached the stairs, he stopped, turning to face Enna. He thought to her, his voice soft, [I]Would you like to come upstairs to my room?[/I] He had hope in his eyes, worry still flittering about underneath. [@Arista]