"Give yourself a moment to regain your senses. There is no need to rush." The Fool speaks gently, soothingly, and leaves a hand resting against his friend's shoulder as the dream-like phantoms recede around them. The visions had been real enough that the Fool had seen them too, but the only threat they truly posed was to Trahearne's peace of mind.

After a moment, he starts to his feet and offers his hands down to aid Trahearne, should he need it. "Come, let us get you some place where you can sit and recover. The cafe is not far."