Darius nearly dropped his bottle and his paints when he was pulled into the room. He looked at her in surprise and listened before shaking his head. "That.. that's a lot. I don't understand why you were brought back here though.." He carefully placed the items in his hands upon a table and looked at her. "Why don't we just leave though? I mean.. won't it look worse for you.. to be.. ah..mm.. attacked in your own home? If you disappeared or died it would be even worse.. right?" He wasn't sure. Things were happening in a strange way and quickly. "Or should I tell your husband you're here against your will so he can bring the yard?" He didn't want that though, it would cause more trouble.