[ It's that concern that finally tips him off. Not that he couldn't hear it in her voice, sweet as she's being to be worried at all, but it finally drips over the connection. Suddenly Gildor is aware he's been speaking to another host - one he's never met. Embarrassment bubbles up to meet her concern and he rolls to one side, away from her.

It doesn't change his stance, though. That stance being flat on his back, comfortably miserable. He may just spend the night on the beach. ]

No, no need to worry about me. Go enjoy and... and spend time with your brood. [ He raises a hand, waving her off with a flourish not unlike a conductor. ]

You'll... you'll miss 'em someday. Or they'll miss you. Artist, what a cruelty this is. I need another drink...