The Fool's pretty much always good in a pinch, Zephyr thinks. Probably. He hasn't experienced a situation where it isn't at least nice to have the Fool around, so far.

The point is that there are worse choices than to ask to be hid by him.

"Thank you," he says fervently at the click of the latch, and throws himself into the empty chair by the Fool's table. "That's not a friend. I've never seen them before in my life, and I'm getting really sick of getting followed around with that kind of smile."