Cupid sat in his room. A room which he had for the past few days decorated with symbols that were meant to ward against evil. Which meant for him that his room was both peaceful and very uncomfortable. He had his legs crossed and his hands palm up on his knees. He was in looser pants that were far more casual and shirtless. He was trying. 

When the news came on his eyes opened and he tilted his head. He cursed under his breath when the bits with him came on. [color=pink]"That cannot be good..."[/color] he sighed and reached for a jar of jam he had and a spoon and ate some. He honestly did not look good...he was paler then usual. He hadn't left the compound as he said he wouldn't, but that also meant he wasn't eating enough of what he needed. That and sitting in a room filled with drawings of wards against half of him...probably wasn't having the best effect on his health either.