*exhales slowly and a little shakily, rubbing his temples* Eru. That- That woman. That thing. She could have killed him. As it is, he's going to need a lifetime of therapy. *picks at the bread on his sandwich, the unspoken regret (I can't give him what he needs) weighing heavy on his mind*
It's my job.
*grumbles a bit (yes, he's grateful)*I think it's the other way around, kid. *only too happy to change the subject* Speaking of which, what's all this about you and Egalmoth? He was moping. Did I tell you he was moping?