[Murdoc ducks his head at that comment. He feels like a horrible father right now. He was too fucking scared to intervene when he saw Sybille speaking. She'd already crushed him once this summer, he did not need to hear it again.]

I..didn't see that. He is fine, I think. Hurt, but fine.

[He rubs his arms with his hands, as if he feels a chill in the air despite the warmth of the room. He's almost afraid to take a proper look at the woman behind him, because right now, he feels like the most worthless man on the earth.]

I'm sure she'll manage somehow. She seems fairly popular.

[A very forced chuckle.] I'll see what I can do. [Striiiiding over to his liquor cabinet now.]