Sitting on the couch now, Kai took time to fold not her clothes and Warren's, setting them aside in neat piles to put in their packs later. She could hear him on the phone in the kitchen, only a few words clear over the sound of the wind outside and the crackling of the fire. A couple names were said, the question of why he was being followed. She blushed when she heard him call her his mate, a faint smile touching her lips as she continued folding. So they were mates now? Not officially, but it was nice to have a word for it now rather than not knowing. At least Kai could work with 'mates'; it'd be easier to figure things out.<br/><br/>Tuning in once more, Kai caught a word that made her blood run cold. Murder. Setting the shirt down, she quietly padded over to the entryway of the kitchen, staying out of sight. Framed for murder? Warren didn't seem the type to kill anyone for shits and giggles. Not in the least. Why would anyone frame him for murder? Then the sudden raise of his voice, already thick with tears, made Kai flinch. She listened carefully then. Warren's son was dead? She'd revisit the fact that he had a child later. The rest of it brought tears to her eyes. So because of what Warren was, his last mate....killed their child? It broke her heart.<br/><br/>Not being able to take it anymore, Kai walked into the kitchen and hugged Warren from the side. Her cheek on his head, she said, "Shhh. It's okay, love. Just let it out," in a soft voice. All she could do was try to comfort him. Even then it didn't seem like enough.