The Boss stands up slowly and offers to help Ambrose up. "No tears, my son. This sadness will pass. I won't let the monsters find you anymore." In his head, he was running through what to do next. He'd received news of the sister Ambrose had. Now, how could he use that to twist the boy even more...? He wanted the shifters Ambrose knew to fall into the palm of his hand.
Ambrose gets to his feet with the Boss's help. He nods. "Thank you sir." He manages a small smile. He looks around the room painfully. Instead of whatever it had looked like in his hallucinations, it looked grimy and dirty, and covered in blood. His hand had been bit worse than he knew at the moment, and it was throbbing softly. He looks at the old man, waiting to leave tis horrible room.