He lifted his gaze; at the other side of the table, the sorcerer Valerion was looking at him with an expression of concern on his face. "I -- I am not sure", Adrien mumbled.

"If anything is troubling you, please, feel free".

There was a pause in which Adrien debated whether it was worthwhile to try to give a form to the haze that had taken him over. He looked down to his plate, fixating on the shape of the flower petals in the decorations around the border. He breathed out, then finally spoke: "I -- I don't know, I'm just -- I don't know", he said, shaking his head. He looked down at his legs, wringing his hands; then he looked up again - "I don't know -- everything is fine, and I'm just -- panicking, for no reason -- everything was just fine before, it is still fine -- but -- I don't know, there's no reason, but there it is". He breathed out. "Just, nevermind -- I'm sorry...".