Balthier's bringing over some little LED lamps to fill things in a bit, and, from the sound of things, bickering a bit with Isannah. Which means, at least, he's feeling good enough to be grinning and bantering. "I'd say something like you're to my thoughts as food to life, but I think that's because I can smell the take out. And it's not a very pleasant sonnet at all, is it?"
He's unfolding a blanket. "If you want a break, Shaun, I've got something to show you. Nothing fascinating, but - I had some time and steadiness of hands to play a bit."