Valvatorez looks up to the icy manor, looking... well, generally unfazed by its appearance. It was impressive, for sure, and even beautiful in a rather haunting way. But it was rather clear that Avery wasn't taking any of this well. It was clear he was wound up tighter than a spring, and actual trepidation in his eyes was something that was... unseen before.

"...Never thought I'd see the day that you looked somehow worse than when you got food poisoning from eating a Hollow. Yet here we are." It's not said in any sort of hostile or dismissive tone, though the lack of levity in his voice was still pointedly obvious. Val was as serious as ever, and he could tell that his friend was not okay. "...Anything you need to get off your chest before we go in there?"

He figured Avery wouldn't exactly openly talk about what was bothering him. But even if he could only pull a snide remark out of Avery, that would be something. Might get his head back into it.