Is he pleased? The Fool cannot tell. With the mess cleaned up, he tosses the damp rags into a waste bin, then turns and makes his way back over to Fitz with his eyes introspective, almost downcast.

"I just," he begins quietly, at last coming to stop across from Fitz and lifting his eyes up to meet his friends, "think we must be cautious together, you and I, until we are certain that our choices here won't impact this world. Whatever fate has in store for Aifaran and Konryu, the Dreaming here has shrouded it from my eyes." Always he has been able to see the tiny, interconnected threads woven in and amongst living things, tying a person's fate to their choices; always he has believed in himself and his ability to know which path to follow. To have that hidden from him leaves him frightened and vulnerable in a way he struggles to describe.

He hesitates a moment, frowning, then ventures softly, "I am sorry, Fitz, that I left you behind."