*is struck by the disparity—Elrond pressing him to talk, your every suggestion pushing in the other direction—and wonders for a moment how you would react if he told you the absolute truth (I don't know how to fix me)*
*glances downward in response to a light brush against his leg, and is curiously gratified to see Mabel twining around his shin* *soft half-smile* Brat's angling for an early dinner. *to you, without altering his tone* You don't have to worry about Keshav's headtrip. He doesn't know the meaning of the word.