Lowell
"..Confide? Still? What is it that troubles her so deeply that she will not speak to anyone?" Lowell seemed exasperated.
"We have exhausted all of our other options with her."

" I have my guesses...but she prefers to keep the problems to herself. "

Lowell
"So, we allow her to dwell in her own misery?"
Lowell seemed annoyed by this, being one to keep his own problems to himself, but failing to see the irony in the situation at the moment.

"I do not wish to see her in such a desolate state, especially after how much she has done for the both of us."

" Of course not. But if she refuses to talk to us, there is not much we can do. "

Lowell
Lowell's eye twitched at this rate and he pushed himself into the Empress' quarters in a rather brash move. He didn't exactly seem to be thinking for once, wanting only to settle this situation by any means possible.

Gallagher sighed and followed him inside.

The Empress was sitting on her bed...crying? (;-;) She looked up at the two, swiftly wiping her tears. But not swiftly enough.

Lowell
Lowell's composure softened at the sight of her crying and knelt by her bedside, slowly shifting to his wolf form and dropping his head at the edge of her bed. He looked much like a sad dog begging for attention, doing his best attempt at puppy eyes.

"Forgive my intrusion, but I figured you could use the company. I may not have the words to offer you, your Ma-.. no, Seraphina, but I can empathize deeply with your situation."
He flattened his ears back, curling his tail around his own ankle.

"I understand that you may not wish to see anyone, but to leave you in such a desolate state would leave my conscience to nag me.
You have offered both of us nothing but unconditional compassion and forgiveness. Please. Let us return the favor."

She stared at him for a moment. It was a lot harder to reject him when he looked like a dog. She looked up at Gallagher, then back down at Lowell. " ...Alright then. "

Lowell
He nosed her hand on top of his head with some effort as a sign for pets, careful to keep his antlers out of the way.
If Giselle saw him now, she'd probably laugh her butt off, but he tried to push it out of mind, keeping up the sad dog act in hopes of at least getting a smile out of her.

She stared down at him, and smiled faintly, gently stroking the top of his head.