There was no answer, and Solomon lifted his eyebrow in lieu of a frown. Ravel's soul was strangely ... muted, almost twisted, but he still would have thought the man would answer. "The silent treatment, Ravel? Really, I thought--"

The thud cut him off and Solomon paused. Something was ... very strange, here. Ravel surely wouldn't be able to keep his mouth shut with Solomon making quips at his expense, and there had been something pointed about the thud. It had come a few seconds too late to be a reaction to his appearance; therefore it had been an attempt to attract his attention.

"Ravel?" Solomon stepped forward, his fingers out to brush the table, and then he moved along it to find the chairs and see whether Ravel was in one of them. His senses were alert, just in case some idiotic kedan chose to rob the flat and didn't realise it belonged to the shadow man and the light healer.