"Do you dread it?" Celehar asks, looking down at the younger man. Sunny had been so concerned with the selection of memories, by his recollection, had only been assuaged when Celehar had speculated that the importance was the feeling of it. Everything he has seen about the young man makes him suspect a troubled home or past - well off, but sickly or under the thumb of a particularly demeaning head of family.

Though, another thought occurs to him - he glances down at the young man. "Unless you would rather see the place alone," he offers. "There may be comfort in knowing that it will be remembered, but... some are safe because of their secrecy. I wouldst not begrudge the desire to face it alone."

He doesn't think it's wise to walk the storm alone, but without the voices around them the difficulty is physical, and Sunny did, after all, manage to carry on well enough when they walked it together before.