He can go right ahead. There's no difference. He knows intellectually there's no point being crushingly embarrassed by anything he might have done with the effective wisdom of a particularly sensible parrot. 

"Good instincts while impaired," Iomedae says, actually, giving him a tight nod because she doubts he wants another hug. 

And to Alfirin. "I'm not sure I've ever seen you prepare spells that fast."

She blinks. "I don't think I've been concealing it."

"No, no, you haven't concealed it, we're just rarely - thankfully - in that much of a crisis. ....and I guess the last time we had someone persistently incapacitated was Three Sorrows and I do not actually remember what you did there."

"...Oh. Yes, this reminded me of that too - thankfully nowhere near as bad. I'm not surprised you don't remember, you were in dreadful shape - some people tried heals and restoration and they didn't do anything -" She reaches out to touch Iomedae's arm, only half-consciously.

The expression on her face is so - something - that Iomedae wants to apologize for bringing it up, but that seems like drawing too much attention to it, or - admitting that she noticed it -

"Well. Look at me, back to being only as foolish as usual. I do remember that you were there, and I was glad." - nope, that's over the line they carefully adhere to. Especially while Alfirin is touching her arm for some reason. "You and Marit. Really the best people to have around when you're out of your mind, so long as you don't mind that they'd kill you if it was a good idea."

Iomedae didn't, actually, remember that she was there, at the time. She thought Alfirin was Arazni. She's not going to mention that.

...what is her hand doing there? She pulls it back.

"Right, then, let's get back to work."

Élie Cotonnet: no longer the most embarrassing thing happening in this room right now. 

"Right. I'm good to go out again, unless Marit has some additional clever plan to figure out if I've been enchanted." 

"Right. I think this isn't a reason to change up our target lists beyond probably not getting to as many today because of expended spells - everyone concur?"

Everyone concurs.

She'll just teleport away then and destroy some undead.

Sounds perfect.

(She'll teleport to a different place where undead need destroying.)

He turns to Marit. "So, has it been like this for the last three decades?"

"Hmm - oh, the two of them? Yes."

"And nobody's said anything?"

"Oh, I tell Iomedae she's being thickheaded sometimes. It's not really my place to say the same to Alfirin."

"...I may have. Earlier."

"Good for you. Someone should, and it seems wiser for it to be someone who isn't at the end of the day sworn to Iomedae."

"I'm surprised you'd say that. Whatever it is they have now seems to be working. At least for the crusade."

"Sure, but it's very rarely a good idea to not tell someone they're being an idiot because it seems to be working so far - Why don't we get dinner in four hours, kill some ghouls right now."

Élie's going to be out of spells in about four minutes. Show-off.

"Good hunting."

Well, Marit can't bring time itself to a halt for his convenience, but he can fight all day. Win some, lose some. 

He has someone Lesser Restoration his exhaustion away and Prestidigitates himself less bloody before he joins Elie a few hours later. "Do you continue to feel all right?"

"Well, I haven't felt any sudden urges to stab any of you in your sleep, and I don't think I'm any more foolish than usual."

"Exactly what a fool would say." But he's smiling. "We managed to kill most of the people they brought in for the burst of curses. Hopefully they don't all come right back and it won't be easy to pull off again."