[ Sure, Leon. Sure. Otome's remaining silent as she leads the way to the apartment, and the silence persists through getting the door open and ushering them inside. It's only when she closes the door that she chooses to speak again, and she really doesn't look any less solemn than she did before. ]

Now.

[ She points to the living room, where there's a comfy-looking couch and an armchair. ]

Sit wherever you'd like. Chaltier... [ She glances at Leon's sword, then at Stahn's. ] ... Dymlos, I believe your name was? I'd like to ask the both of you to let them speak without interfering.

And as for the two of you-- [ A frown's directed first to Stahn, then over to Leon. ] You're both old enough to know better, aren't you? I'm not going to ask what's been going on that's made you both upset, but whatever it is, the first step is to talk it out properly. I'll go pour some tea.