Good.

Thranduil inclines his head, not quite shifting into a pleasant mood, and sheathes his own sword. "'Tis understandable." The violent shock of no longer being where you were to suddenly being here- it had provoked worst reactions, and this Man had stepped down before any real harm could be done.

"Now that you are more yourself- come to the camp. A healer ought to see to you." And possibly treat him for shock.