His name was Elrik? Well, one could suppose it was a common name... Not that Gurjan knew anything about aranok naming conventions. More worringly, he wanted to help him with his own baggage, did he want to... No he didn't need to think like that anymore. "Uh yes, there's a bottle of pills somewhere in my bag... Can you get it for me? I'm a bit busy with these clothes"

Yes, 'entrust people with important but simple tasks' He recalled the words of his shrink. He didn't need to be constantly wary of people anymore. He finished sorting his clothes and hung them in the closet, neatly in three sets. One outfit for every two days, take a shower or somesuch similiar in between. Laundry day every six days.

He turned around to face the aranok, who he assumed was going through his bag right at that moment. He was fumbling around with his hands. Something which he always did around others. It was a habit developed to stop himself from instinctually taking a pose as if he was ready to pounce on someone. Which itself was a holdover from his... less fortunate days.