[He brightens slightly at the invitation, at her kindness. She always does little things to surprise him, and he delights in her company for that. If only every woman were like Aranea, maybe he wouldn't have been quite the bachelor back home.

It's a silly thought, but a necessary one. It lifts him slightly out of the fog he's been in.]

The hospitality is appreciated, though I can't help thinking they'll think just as highly of you as I do. Where would that leave me?

[He tries to sound playful, even if he's also dead tired. Nothing can move him from the darkness entirely, but she does shine a light on his worst parts.]