"We should first focus on finding him," Zayden said, making sure his voice was loud enough for Ren to hear.
Ren instantly looked up, eyes wide, searching for reassurance.
"W-We will find him, right?"
Zayden nodded, though he wasn't entirely sure himself.
After the servant had regained some composure, Zayden's gaze lingered on him as he sat on the floor.
"W-What is it?" Ren stammered, uneasy under the intense scrutiny.
"I never thought I'd see you like this."
Ren didn't answer. Perhaps he was ashamed. Maybe he was too consumed by trying to figure out where Eiran could be. Either way, he didn't speak another word and stood up.
"Let's notify the other guards. This one's dead."
Zayden frowned, noting that they hadn't even checked the pulse.
"How do you know that?"
Ren didn't answer at first, then briefly pointed at the fallen man.
"There's a knife on his chest. And it's not moving up and down as it would. So I assumed."
