Eoin gears up a musing on how fate, chance or choice are all functionally the same to the person they're happening to. He's always enjoyed arguing such matters, ever since he was a boy, and maybe a good bullshit session would get the group a little way out of their shells. It does.When Thwip hisses and explodes like fat thrown on a campfire
After Hayu responds to Thwip's apology, Eoin chimes in.
"I'm sorry you and Ranar have gone through that, it's never easy to lose friends. Look, I owe you for showing me the way out of the wilds. I've been all over in my time, so I know a few people. Tell me what kinda library you're looking for and I'll find you it, and the right-kinda wizard. But, after that we're square, I ain't getting mixed up with international conspiracies and elven assassins. I like my hide with the standard number of holes in it."
He waits for whatever reaction comes of that, and takes stock of the group again. Sasha was as inscrutable as ever, the thief remained guarded, and Thwip had reined in his temper but the turmoil just below the surface remained. Best not to prod him, he needs a friend not a stranger pushing their nose in. That brings his attention back to Ranar, who's humming has ceased, and he seems to be sinking deeper into himself.
He slows, and falls back to walk beside Ranar. He speaks low, so the rest of the group can't hear.
"I know what you're pondering, and that no-one can say anything about it you ain't saying to yourself. Been there, collected the scars on body and mind to prove it," he says
"So, trust me when I say it sounds like you and Thwip been through hell together, and that'll eat you up if you let it."
"You're a quiet one, he's a thinker, and you both need a friend to get yourselves out of your heads. The rest of us are strangers, we can't help much with that. So for now, it's up to you two to pull each other through the aftermath like you pulled each other through the fight. In my experience talking and listening to someone you trust, who knows, makes it... manageable."