Elis

"Amaris what happened? Why did you have to carry Arya home? And forgive my manners but why do you look like this?" Greg asked curiously as he ascended the final flight of stairs and walked toward Amaris who had just closed his room door.

Stuffing his hands in his pants pockets, Amaris gave himself a once over and chuckled.

The orange overall he had on had rumpled at some point, blotches of sweat mixed with dust were smeared all over his chest, the helmet hung loosely at the nape of his neck tethered by a white strap and his gloved hands were discolored with an earthy hue.

All in all, he looked like a mess.

"Ah, this? Never mind it." Amaris nonchalantly shrugged before pulling the gloves off his hands and tossing them in the nearby bin. 

Then a sharp glint passed through his eyes causing a sudden drop of temperature in the hallway making Greg shiver, "And about Arya, there's something you should know. Where's Ms. Laura?"