Nox walked around the table to sit at the head of the table, looking down into his tea as he let it swish from side to side. "Well it certainly isn't looking very good," he replied. He stared back down at his drink. Originally, he had been worried about the consequences for Desmond. He wasn't sure how they would affect his daughter since she did assist in reopening the gates, but it seemed most of the other covens had someone that was involved in that.