Beleth is easy to find, tucked in a corner of the courtyard, busily writing a letter to someone. Unaware of anything that's happened, she looks peaceful enough, occasionally stopping and chewing thoughtfully on the quill as she thinks over words. The sounds of someone rushing over make her look up, and Cyril gets a cheerful smile for all of two seconds, until the look on his face sobers her own, and she stands up, shoving the letter into a pocket.

"What's wrong?"

A clanmate, is her first guess. There's something wrong with one of their other clanmates. Anyone else Cyril is close to, Beleth doubts he'd rush over to her for.