Ellsee: Let Calder have it.
As your everlasting guardians continue to squabble, you slink back into your tent to see if his messages are still there. Sure enough, they are, silently mocking you with their presence.
It's well against your better judgement to engage in something like this, but what the hell. You could really use an emotional punching bag. Or two, even! All-mother knows you've got a whole life's worth of pent up stress to take care of.
He probably deserves it, anyway. Stuck-up asshole.