[He knew the question was coming, and so he sighs with an air of expectedness. Looking to Hythlodaeus, his expression sours.]

He is not faring well, no. How could he, when what spurred his decision was the knowledge of my foolish infidelity.

[He pulls his gaze away, looking into the depths of his coffee.]

It would be cruel to expect him to be. He has every right to be cross with me, yet...