"I'm fine! Just being thorough." Garrot nods at Gyre, before finally swallowing the egg. The tiny little eggshell pieces go down like sand. One chomp really was the best approach. "Besides, the eggs can't kill us, and we're asleep." He brings a hand to stroke at his beard and glances around the room at the others.

"Nothing we do in this world seems to matter." Garrot breathes out through his nose. He'd woken up just fine yesterday, even though the contents of his discussion with the Wizard were incredibly troubling. "But we're still here, when we could be having a picnic on the beach!" He'll see your idea, Matilda, but Garrot is yes-and-ing it.

As tantalizing as the riddles of this cosmic struggle are, he'd rather distract the others from the Wizard so she can't get her fucking hooks in as easily. If they take her too seriously, some of them might be trying to end the world in a few days.