"Mmn," he murmurs, pushing himself to his feet and stretching his arms over his head. He's quiet for a moment after that, watching the water, rubbing his fingers over his scalp and quickly through his hair. Deep breath. He's finding equilibrium again, quickly after forty years of practice at it.

"I'm gonna go for a walk. We can head back to the uh, the party together, if you like?" He offers a smile over his shoulder before he turns and collects his plate from the rock. "I need to drop this off." And a farewell in the party crowd seems less awkward and weird then just dismissing Garrot like he's finished with him or something.