[Eric's hands are gentle but firm when he reaches out to put one hand on each shoulder to steady him.]

Your people love you. The passengers are idiots. He does not matter. [Eric looks him in the eye.] You sell yourself short. You are better than you give yourself credit. But you are weary. After everything you have been through lately, you need a respite. And you will not get that by stressing yourself out about Nuada and his loose tongue.