Shadow could understand wallowing to an extent. Though to the point of self destruction? At that point, it should just be go big or go home, not this quiet decline. Though the fact he WAS like this....

For an illusion that he never even cracked....

There was that resentment again.

Shadow didn't move to help yet, clothes starting to twitch, fingers tapping at his elbows where his arms were crossed. He'd take a minute to let himself keep up the detachment. Link was strong enough to help someone Clef's actual size long enough for him to do that.

"Dunno if a horse can tell the difference between the end of the world and a bandit attack for stress levels. Tanit woulda been nice though. Bet she coulda flown here," he ssid. He could also hold doors open, so there's that.