"...my burden is hardly yours to bear, and you've been so kind already."

"I have found most burdens are more easily carried when they are shared among friends." He lets the apology slide from him like water from feathers; it's unneeded, and it is clear to him that the pain eating Rutile up inside has been festering for some time.

The Fool gestures towards one of the stools at his table, a clear invitation and talk more. "Would you care to sit?"