Astor was standing at the doorframe, his green eyes expressionally staring at his little brother lying on his bed. His chest was rising rhythmically, the effects of the poison slowly leaving his body. Nash had made an antidote per Ren's request and had given it to him while they were downstairs, talking. Soon, Edwin would come through the front door searching for Zeth, seeing that he was already very late to his duties he would be in a foul mood, and having them around was definitely not going to make him feel any better.