Get changed and get some sleep, I hope. [Gabriel tells Eliot, frowning at him.

But he takes the sword in the end, adjusting it naturally to hold it comfortably in his hand.] Then sometime next week, when all this has calmed down somewhat, I'll be by to drop it off. [Thorir will no doubt be too busy to have time to be playing around with something like that, and Gabriel wouldn't want to put the extra pressure on him.]