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[ Gildor had gone back to the tents early with Bellamy, and though he'd been grateful for the help, he requested some time alone after a long and trying day. He's sitting and re-tuning his little alien instrument when he hears the tent flaps open, and feels tired footsteps reverberating through the carpeted ground. The other host makes no greeting, so he doesn't either - perhaps they wish for peace after a long day as well - but the subtler sound of strain catches his attention. Sharp breaths and frantic shuffling. ]

Is everything alright over there?

[ He's out of disguise, or at least his head and hands are, and though his head is turned towards Shiro his eyes remain closed. ]