Celeste bit her nails, a habit she had when she was beyond the level of worry, and overly tensed. Her green eyes are on the iced doors that lead to Nicklaus' chambers. It has been sealed for weeks.
"Should we go in?" she considered.
"I don't think that will be a good idea," Alaric said, sighing and rubbing his temples, still thinking if they should find their way in or not.
"Then why are we here then? We're here for him right... he has been locked inside there for weeks, we have to get him out" she reasons, desperately worried for her brother.
"I know that sister... but" Alaric intoned, his jaw tightened in response. "What if we don't control what we see there, maybe it's best for him to stay put and not wreak bloody havoc when he comes out"
