At Trahearne's question, the Fool gives him an encouraging nod, only to let his smile grow a touch sly at the words of warning. He waves a hand dismissively. "My sensitivities are not so fragile," he assures him, lifting his chin, and then turns to watch his careful arrangement of the bones with clear curiosity. This would not be the first display of foreign magic he has seen since his arrival here--courtesy of the intrusive Dreaming--but it would be one of the first under such controlled circumstances.