"It took some time," of the adjustment, a bit quieter. "I'd been out a little, during the Fifth Blight. But as you can imagine, that wasn't preparation for most of the mundane parts of life." He hadn't been afraid, exactly, but he'd been a proud man trying to hide, and every flaw in his ability to do so had grated once.

He comes to sit near Carsus, across the aisle from him. He's looking at the statue, too, as he asks, "Do you want what they told us the point of the isolation was, or my guess?" Maybe franker than he'd usually be, but whether that's where they are or Carsus's thoughtful tone is unclear.