[ Accepting help from Elena, a beloved broodmate, is one thing. But Elena opens the invitation to Damon too, and honestly? Gildor isn't a fan of the idea. He hasn't paid him any attention since he was rudely interrogated. Aside from teasingly questioning Elena's status with him every once in a while, he's hardly a thought in his mind. Or at least, he tries to keep it that way despite Elena's ever blossoming young love for him.

Now he can feel Damon standing at the base of the cot, boots heavy against the carpeted ground, witnessing this moment of weakness he's stuck in. It leaves a bitter taste in Gildor's mouth. Or maybe that's just his lunch coming up again. ]

It's quite alright, I don't think I need two helpers at the moment-

[ His mind was almost relaxed, but now he's on panicky alert again, attempting to divert attention. Deflect, deflect. ]

You know, despite the day's events, I've hardly had the chance to tell any good funeral stories. Would you like to hear one?