Trahearne looked away to turn on the lamp on the bedside table, knocking a glass to the floor in the process. Thorns. He pulled his hand back quickly and passed it over his face.

"Mmm." Yes he had a lot to say right now. Tons. There was a lot he wanted to ask but the only one he could ask any of those questions avoided him like he intended to gut him. He wasn't sure what to say to Tannusen. It's not like the fae didn't know he had his troubles. It was still unpleasant to be caught in the middle of a nightmare.

"Are you alright? The cats?" He glanced to the doorway, where Brian could be seen, trotting along like nothing had happened.