Calliope had not trouble in noticing Darius’s distress, but before they could say anything, the painter suggested taking a step back. Bending their head to the side, Chéri followed Darius making his way to the window. As silent as a cat, they got up, got closer and walked towards the man. Raising a hand, Chéri tried to touch Darius’s back “What happened?” No sense in asking if he was alright or needed help.