He himself was slightly embarrassed. Alexander didn't want Calliope to see combat, or anything resembling it. When it came down to it, any battle was hell, and he didn't want to expose the girl to something like it. Instead, his hands stood empty at his side, though he felt lighter now, missing two of his three daggers. Sighing, he approached Calliope quietly. "Why did you think I'd left?" He paused when her face was illuminated, seeing the tear streaked face. "Have... Have you been crying?" His voice held no hostility, just worry. Why had she been crying?

Walking up closer, he placed a hand gently on her shoulder, kneeling down to look at her more fully. It also allowed him to get a better look at her. A cloak wrapped around her, tightly. Was she leaving? It would explain why she seemed so embarrassed and confused. It also explained why she was out here in the first place, considering she hated the cold. "Is something wrong?" He immediately regretted asking the question. He knew damn well what was wrong, she already told him. He just waited now, for her to respond,