It finally strikes him then, that maybe he should have waited to catch her after the festival. Though he'd come with questions, it turned swiftly to a somber topic. He looks once more apologetic, fingers tight to a missing baldric as his voice lowers to match.

"We were brought to an old throne room. There was an Aion there that performed a dark ritual and sacrificed someone. We were.. made to drink something dark, after." For all he tries, Eleven still can't fully suppress a shudder when the memory of how it affected him resurfaces. "Some fell to it, and they tried to stop those of us who didn't as we prepared a large-scale zoom spell to escape."