[He glances down briefly, in acknowledgment of her concerns. He shares them to a greater or lesser degree. His worry for Lyle is more closely anchored to Stellaris's anxiety, but he'd still see the man returned safely.]

I don't think there's anyone in this place who isn't thinking the same thoughts. They go to dark places sometimes. I know.

[A grin, if a scant one, slants his mouth.]

I'm well enough, thanks. Still... working out some things, but I think I have my feet by now. But maybe we can talk about that after we've tried to hit each other some, no?