Trahearne isn't paying any attention to the alarmed pedestrians around him. He's shaking like a leaf, struggling to push himself up on his arms, the combination of his terror and many sleepless nights having sapped his strength considerably. His eyes are glued to the Mordrem approaching him, but... hearing his name called does start to get through to him, at least a little.

"Stay back!" Trahearne shouts out, his voice nearly cracking. "It's too dangerous! Don't come near me!"

The Mordrem isn't reacting to the onlookers or the shouting at all. In fact, when it reaches down to grab at the fronds atop Trahearne's head, its fingers pass through entirely, though Trahearne still jerks further upright as though he can feel it. "Still you struggle against the inevitable," the Mordrem told him, in a voice with an undertone like seeds scraping together. "You have always belonged to Mordremoth!