[Gabriel sighs. On the one hand he's unwilling to stand up again, but on the other making his way with Eliot sounds like a better idea than heading home by himself later.] You probably have your hands full as it is. But thank you. If you don't mind the company, Eliot, I'll walk with you.

[He stretches out his long legs, and then slowly stands, reaching for his sword, but then hesitating.] Thorir, do you think you'd be able to make me a sheathe for this?