Wrath watches her face. In a rare moment, he wears only a shirt without a jacket, and the shirt is white. The sleeves are rolled up, revealing more of his arms than would ordinarily be seen including both tattoos. He does not say anything at first. There is silence that fills the space between them, which comes with the proper weight that this moment requires. He may not fully understand, but he wants to try.

He sits beside her. His hand slides over her own, tracing the lines of the bones within her hands up along her fingers to each tip. Their tattoos meet as he presses their arms together, and his gaze darkens with contemplation. He can sense her emotions, but when the emotions become more complicated and tangled then it becomes more difficult in turn.

Guilt is an emotion he is familiar with despite being eternal (or perhaps because of it - countless time to make mistakes even if those mistakes are different than the kind a mortal might make).

"...you feel guilty."