There was Kinn. Without even thinking about it, he ran all the way into the kitchen and threw his arms around his brother from behind. Pressing himself against his back, he did his best to not get in the way of the cooking but he also just wanted to be as close as possible to him at the same time.

"I'm sorry for worrying you all," he murmured softly against his shirt. Riley knew that it hadn't been his fault but he still needed to say something. And this was the only thing he could think of to say first.

He was sorry.