[ He allows himself to be steered, at least until they both stumble outside. The cool night air is sobering, even when breathed through the veils covering his nose and mouth. It's less stuffy and clear from the smell of that accursed drink. He frees himself from Bellamy's grip and staggers forward a bit further, stopping to breathe in a few deep breaths and lean heavily on his staff. ]
What? Oh-
[ The imageless moving picture of the ground, of Bellamy nearby, of the tent and the activity still inside - he wraps it all back up in the darkness of his mind, effectively hiding it away from the other host's senses. It's not a wall, he doesn't like walls - at least, none like the other hosts have.
As his mind settles back to all encompassing darkness, Gildor pulls himself up on his staff to stand straighter. He breathes out a long sigh and turns his head over his shoulder towards Bellamy. ]
The craving... yes, that will pass. I'm so sorry to have troubled you... thank you again.
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What? Oh-
[ The imageless moving picture of the ground, of Bellamy nearby, of the tent and the activity still inside - he wraps it all back up in the darkness of his mind, effectively hiding it away from the other host's senses. It's not a wall, he doesn't like walls - at least, none like the other hosts have.
As his mind settles back to all encompassing darkness, Gildor pulls himself up on his staff to stand straighter. He breathes out a long sigh and turns his head over his shoulder towards Bellamy. ]
The craving... yes, that will pass. I'm so sorry to have troubled you... thank you again.