Trahearne's breathing is a bit ragged, and he hastily wipes his eyes before taking the Fool's hand, accepting the help back up to his feet. It's soon clear that he needed it; he's as unsteady as a fawn, and likely would take quite a while to make it to the cafe on his own. "Yes, I... I can't be out here. I'm too dangerous." He recalled there being far more people here before the vision of the Mordrem had overtaken him. Trahearne knows it's his fault, but for all of his wandering around the city, he couldn't seem to find a place without people in it.

"It's all true," he adds in a mumble as they start walking. Now that the Fool had seen one of the worst of his nightmares, Trahearne had nothing to gain by acting like it hadn't happened. "Everything it said was true."