[ Well. Now he's definitely not going anywhere. His eyes flit between Sypha and his husband, and then he closes them to sigh. ]

It'll fix itself, now I have one of them that isn't poisoned. Just might take a while. I'll need to get new moths to replace the poisoned ones as they die off. They're easy enough to come by in summer.

[ His husband is fretting over him. That only just strikes him, and he's both happy about it and concerned. He's supposed to not bother the man at all, and here he is worrying over him! But it's still nice to know that he cares. He opens his eyes to give an anemic smile, the kind with gritted teeth behind it. ]

I'm really fucking hard to kill, you don't need to worry.