"Glad you could make it." Eliot grins and pulls out another bottle of bubbly to set on the counter with the juice. "I hope you didn't have too much trouble last night, with all the...things." He gestures vaguely and frowns as a thought occurs to him. "Do you think they count as animals? did you get a sense of like, malicious intent behind the whole beach landing? Because if they were just acting out of instinct, because they were hungry or whatever...I have some regrets, in that case."

He's not exactly looking for absolution, it's not as if Daine is the Animal Pope, but Eliot would like to get some kind of perspective on exactly how immoral his fish-stabbing adventures were.