[Virmad still only barely knows about the mothlings and is aggressively not processing any new information at the moment oops. once he's had a chance to sleep on things and maybe cry a little over Teo's annotated poetry he'll get on this moth situation and then he'll be Mad.]

Virmad has no idea what it is, so he just says, “Nothing to worry about.” He offers Gerae a hand to help him to his feet [assuming that's what it looks like Gerae is planning to do]. “Ah, asceticism.” The corner of his mouth twitches a little. “Grid...can you, ah, make a bed for our guest?”

Once this is done, he nods at the remains of the meal Sasha brought Gerae and continues: “I see you had some food. Have you been able to sleep at all? I say,” he adds ironically, “having rudely barged in on you.”