*is not oblivious to the half-frightened, half-irritated looks some of the staffers (polite as they are) have been throwing each other, as if he is the one grilling the poor, sick patient for information you are unwilling to relinquish*
*is only slightly relieved when Darryl manages to get your stressed response under control* *after he is gone* Honestly, Erestor, there are reasons I have not demanded your report with greater urgency.
*will not, of course, let on about anything he knows that you don't, or about the blatant misinformation that is Eru's Honest Truth to all but a very few servants of Gondolin* *still speaking without a trace of annoyance in his voice (only that same gentle concern)* If you cannot give me your word to limit this conversation to what you can handle, I will not allow you to speak on the subject further until I am well convinced that you are no longer at death's door.