It helps, hearing it from someone else. He's had to keep reminding himself. He's not the one being pulled, loosened, unraveled.

He's used to it being easier than this. But then, he still has echoes of the last time he was forced into the Fade rattling around inside.

"I got pulled under, once before." His eyes slip from her to the stones, remembering. "Shoved back into smaller spaces, trapped in the tangle." What comes next is a firm, deliberate assertion, one more reminder: "This... isn't like that."