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[disdainfully]

As you probably know through Jovan, there is more worth in gold and gems in this mountain than the federal gold reserve holds, at least approximately. It would destroy the economy, not only of this country, if we let unnumbered find and unearth it. ...So, while I do not hope that they ever find out about the inside of the mountain - in case they ever do. Does anyone have a the ability to hide a large amount of inanimate objects, or easily build and without a trace seal up a large cave? And if we have to do the cave-building by menial means; who will help me in this? After all the worldwide economy is in your best interest as well, it sustains your lives and safety.

That said. I am back. Whatever it was that Thorin had that I echoed back on Christmas, he also overcame it. [Or at least got a grasp on it. He can't quite tell yet, because it is surprisingly hard to tell how his mental constitution was before this - did he use to feel like this?] I am fine now.

That said, I wish to apologize to those that met me over the last weeks, and speak to them. [action option: He'll also seek those out of whose whereabouts he knows.]

[And yet another urgent matter...]

I can't reach Julien. Who has heard anything about his whereabouts in the last weeks?

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[disdainfully]

She hasn't replied yet, so I'll guess that she's in a meeting.

...you came down there for me multiple times.

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[thebalrogslayer]

Someone had to make sure you didn't starve. You're lucky you snapped out of it, next time I planned to bring a bucket of water and soap. [He's still teasing because it's that or admit how worried he was.]

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[disdainfully]

You would have been right.

Where are you now?

[There's things that are better said in person.]

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[thebalrogslayer]

Of course I would have, even all the way down there you were starting to stink out the mountain. [Only a slight exaggeration, he swears!]

I'm in my room.

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[disdainfully]

[There is no reply, but a while later, there's a knock at Gabriel's door.]

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[thebalrogslayer]

The door's open, come in!

[Gabriel's sitting at his desk with his computer on in front of him, but as Thorir comes in, he saves what he was working on so he can turn the screen off and turn round to face his visitor.]

[disdainfully]

[He comes in and then stands by the door.]

I wanted to properly apologize. [He tips his head lightly for the briefest of moments.] And thank you for coming down for me despite everything.

[thebalrogslayer]

[Gabriel tilts his head in response, smiling. But he's pleased beyond his ever present smile, and Thorir, knowing him well, might be able to read that in his eyes.]

Mardís would have had my head if I'd let you starve down there. Come in and sit down. [He vacates his chair in favour of his bed to save Thorir having to sit there.]

How're you feeling?

[disdainfully]

But that isn't why you did it.

[He can read the smile and it brings him a lot of relief - and makes him enter the room and sit down, following the silent invitation.]

Better and worse. I'll need a few nights' sleep before I will feel fully rested again.

[thebalrogslayer]

No. [Gabriel admits softly. Gabriel cares about you, Thorir, and he's not going to let you hurt yourself because of some stupid echo.]

A few good meals probably wouldn't do you any harm either. [He pauses, and then,] Are you going to go home?

[disdainfully]

In a day or two. I want to be presentable again first.

[And he wants to make sure that he'll not relapse, or as sure as he can be.]

[thebalrogslayer]

Fair enough. [Gabriel guesses partly what he's thinking, though he can't be entirely sure. Shifting on the bed, he looks at Thorir properly, taking him in and wondering how he'll be.]

If you need any help with anything, I'm here.

[disdainfully]

I'll alert you if I need it.

[He hopes that he will, anyway.]

[thebalrogslayer]

And if not I'll hunt you down and make you take my help. [He laughs, lightening the mood again.] Even if that means force feeding you soup.

[disdainfully]

Maybe that'll grant me another moment of snapping out of it then.

[He knows that somewhere in there, Gabriel managed to pull him out of it, even though he isn't sure why and how.]

[thebalrogslayer]

More than a moment, hopefully. [His train of thought follows Thorir's and he hums softly.] You seemed more yourself when we were talking about the new echo boundaries and the... beasts we've faced so far.