She wasn't here, at least not in the heights. He had no reason to believe Beauregard would lie to him so he took the words at face value. His confusion became muffled by growing concern for his Sire. He wanted to call her, hear her voice, know that everything was okay. She had always been the one constant in his life. The only support structure he had. He took the frown, the unsettled body language of Beauregard and projected his own emotions onto it. Feeling that they were one and the same in that moment. Both worried and confused.
"No, no. There were no plans to leave. Tempest likes it here even more then me."She had been the one that wanted to join the clutch in the first place. And she had so many friends. He didn't know of any reason that she would want to leave. Even more so that she wouldn't have talked to him about it.
"I should call her .. perhaps she knows what happened?"
Still very heavy accent her. Think : 'ere were no plans .... likes it 'ere even more 'en me