Well, there is certainly naught you can do to fix either.

[He retorts with a huff, though he puts little effort in resisting Hythlodaeus' pull to his chest. Letting himself rest against it well enough, enjoying the contact and the comfort it affords him. Maybe even idly resting his hand upon his chest, idly stroking him with his fingers.]

One was more troublesome than the other, that much I can say plainly. Our dragoon friend somehow got himself possessed by a shade that should have long since passed on. While the encounter was...taxing, I was given a glimpse of past tragedies—both of the dragon's whose shade did claim his body, and of Estinien.

Little did I wish to glean such vulnerable information, not when I had so much on my hands already...

[Like the other incident that he's dancing around.]