The sound of the others' voices intruding on bitter emotions seems to bring Elidibus out of his reflection. He looks up with, perhaps, a trace of surprise flickering just moments across his features. Reason returns to him. Or rather.... the necessity to set aside figuring out the cause of his own unusual behavior. Not that it would take much to connect the dots there.
He collects his blade- still around for now- and seems to see no reason not to use it as a makeshift prop to slowly get to his feet again. After a moment's self assessment, he looks rueful. Elidibus' expression is once more calm and collected, if a touch apologetic as if the bitter disappointment had not occurred at all. Nor is much of the pain he must really be in currently expressed.
"It seems I must impose on you somewhat. At least for the time we have left," he tells Yelena. A glance around at the room drawn back into reality and the stirring occupants suggests his meaning.
Looking to Cortana, Elidibus then adds. "I fear my appearance would stand out and my magicks have been exhausted." He speaks truth; a silver haired man in white robes carrying a sword and shield at a tech showcase? He can neither dismiss nor conjure what he needs to change that. But there is an ulterior motive as well, that normal medical attention would not be possible for his existence here. "My colleague will be around. If you can help me find him, he will see to my needs with discretion."
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He collects his blade- still around for now- and seems to see no reason not to use it as a makeshift prop to slowly get to his feet again. After a moment's self assessment, he looks rueful. Elidibus' expression is once more calm and collected, if a touch apologetic as if the bitter disappointment had not occurred at all. Nor is much of the pain he must really be in currently expressed.
"It seems I must impose on you somewhat. At least for the time we have left," he tells Yelena. A glance around at the room drawn back into reality and the stirring occupants suggests his meaning.
Looking to Cortana, Elidibus then adds. "I fear my appearance would stand out and my magicks have been exhausted." He speaks truth; a silver haired man in white robes carrying a sword and shield at a tech showcase? He can neither dismiss nor conjure what he needs to change that. But there is an ulterior motive as well, that normal medical attention would not be possible for his existence here. "My colleague will be around. If you can help me find him, he will see to my needs with discretion."