Angor Rot had retreated to his makeshift 'home' or resting place in the sewers under Arcadia. Since Strickler hadn't offered nor prepared an area for him.

He was sitting down on the boulders- ones that if looked at the right angle, looked like a throne. His legs propped up slightly on different leveled stones, his elbow on his knee. As he stared at the killstone he obtained only hours ago.

Angor Rot's eyes snapped forward, at hearing footsteps nearing. He placed the stone down, before he paused.

You, distressed.

He slowly sighed, placing the killstone down anyways. Despite knowing you weren't a threat, you were still sided with that human trollhunter.

"At ease, Changeling. I'm right here."

Was what he always said as a greeting, whenever you turned to him- your enemy, for safety.

Angor Rot shifted slightly in his seat, as you came into light. His hands moved, reaching for you, muscle memory reacting before he could think.