"Trust may come, with time and effort, on all our parts," and Essek knows, trust is incredibly difficult, especially when there is so many falsehoods afoot.

But he hears what she's saying, what she means and decides that doing this close up, instead would be less frightening than from afar, less impersonal. So, he dropped his float as he stepped from where he was seated and approached Mimi, his movements slow and unerring in their grace, even more so than they were in the illusion. He drops to a knee before her, giving her the higher vantage so she feels safe.

"It was a nice illusion, while it lasted, Ne'enuvar," he says it quietly enough that Caleb might not hear it, but then holds his hand out for her. "It won't hurt, it will be a faint brush of a warm wind that should remove what fog remains."

He holds out his hand for her to take. She can still back out, there's no expectation on his face, this is still her choice, but if she takes his hand, he will perform the spell.