Jedao arrives looking - okay? He's brushed the worst of the bedhead, although there's a quality of lumpiness that comes from wearing two sweaters, one on top of the other. No bags under his eyes. More than anything, he just looks...subdued. But he does love seas; he takes a deep breath when he arrives, eyes closed, tasting the salt on the air, then slowly breathes out.

"Hi. Uh, thanks. For this."