This time, at least, she's not wrong. He sits and shivers for a long minute, full of conflicting desires, but finally he twists one wrist around in her grasp and turns it back to catch around her forearm, back, careful to keep his hand on nothing but her long sleeve. Probably a good sign? No awful memories drop, anyway, and he's not gripping so tight that it hurts, at least not yet.

"Everyone's okay? I didn't-- leave anyone in there?" He doesn't even know why that idea haunts him so much. He doesn't even remember being-- in there. If he was pulling people into it, was he really in there or was it really just him shoving people into their worst memories, on purpose, to make them share his-- his void?