[There's little to be done about the way in which his features soften at a line of questioning that stands as the very definition of sincere; it is so much easier to deal with Fenris owing to that habit alone— the boy punishes himself before Zevlor has the chance.

Of course that won't free him from add added slew of chores, but it merits a shift in demeanor at the very least. A softened edge of leveled weariness come through, still defining just how much he hopes this won't become a regular occurrence.

....and just how much he knows about this entire situation that Fenris doesn't, apparently. Gods save them all from a pair of teenage boys.]

You did. [Is to the point, albeit soft-mouthed.] And no.

The entire company heard you two caterwauling about Elise. If they get the worst of their gossip out of their system by morning, enough to have relative focus during tomorrow's rehearsal, it'll be a bloody miracle, I suspect.