He strokes Bachdion's hair, not caring in the least for his state of (un)dress. "The boy was troubled, went through something we never have nor would have imagined, lost his love, and... aye, made some less than perfect choices." The lie, perhaps, in the understatement. "You may well blame thyself. However, that will not fix anything. The true question is how to move forward? Is he to be cast henceforth into the dreaming, perhaps ne'er to return? Perhaps. But we must look to those left behind."