Erik had heard the news through Sol. He had heard that Matthew Cole - a family member of the founders of Lunae - had been killed in his home rather recently. But that's all he was classified to know. The authorities within Sol had not let him in on how, why or if Sol was even involved. But back at headquarters, everyone had been working like crazy to ensure that Sol wouldn't become a public target. Erik had been up since four in the morning, working. Combing through lists of people who they could use as information seekers.

The Water Element was exhausted and had come to Blue Violets for a break. It was closer than Bella's restaurant, and was still Sol friendly. As soon as he entered the bar, he saw a woman sitting down at the bar, turn and tear at a stranger's arm. Erik's eyes widen and his lips parted in an attempt to avoid dropping his jaw. What the..?

The woman turned ever so slightly, before turning back to the bar, and Erik recognised her. Grace. Moving out of the way, so the human who was now bleeding would not stain his suit, Erik made his way to her.

"Are you okay?"

A sharp cool tingling trickled down his spine. His empathy had broke through and he knew that she wasn't just 'Fine'. Sitting down next to Grace, Erik leant in close, so that no one but her could hear him - just in case a human were to get a little violent.

"I'm an empath, you know." Straightening, Erik ordered a soda and paid for it. "What's going on?" He asked once the bartender took a few steps away to fetch a bottle of Coke. There was a stiffness to her voice, and to her expression. The coldness was even more apparent in her eyes and it rippled through him like a knife. All he wanted to do was make it stop, for both his and her benefit.

Just because you're an empath doesn't mean I have to tell you what's wrong.

Erik swallowed, dropping his eyes down to his stool. Perhaps he had been mistaken that day on the beach. He thought he had felt something, between the two of them. But it seemed she didn't want mch to do with him now. Although, perhaps she was having an off day. Perhaps she just wasn't in the best of moods. Her next words seemed to confirm his thoughts.

Let me ask you a question: can I trust you?

He seized the moment with all the courage he had within him. Slowly, Erik reached out with his hand and clasped hers in it. Waiting for her to look up at him, Erik answered. "I think that if, maybe, you give me a chance, you could trust me." After all, how could she trust him now? They barely knew each other. Erik kept his hand on hers, wanting to gauge some sort of connection between the two. He wanted so badly for there to be one, he missed what it felt like to actually be with someone.