[a shier, but warmer smile. Martin pushes away from the rail a little before leaning right back against it heavily, letting his head drop in a bit of a bow/nod.]

Thank you. You've been really kind to me all this time, even at my... [when he looks up, he's squinting a little, mouth tugged on one side.] strangest, I guess. [understated?] I feel like...I wouldn't mind talking about it now. Now that it's over and I...[his head bobs side to side once.] actually understand why. Why I was the way I was. And how I am now. [a breathy, short chuckle.]

But maybe once these monsters are taken care of? [he glances over his shoulder, out toward the horizon.] If they can be... [looking back over at Alistair.] Or at least a little later. I need to get back... [his gaze flickers down the hall, toward Bariyan's room.]