"I've never met a doctor." Shrieky confesses. He still feels somewhat adrift in this conversation, as if he's climbing up the edge of a cliff face, searching for footholds, and constantly aware that the wrong move could ruin everything, "But I think that probably, it is normal not to trust them? They need to know an awful lot of things, in order to do their job, and you need to put a lot of faith in them. I think that doubting someone like that, is probably not something that you should feel bad about."

He picks up his fork, and stabs experimentally at his cake, "Is there no one else who could help you though? I have found that... for most people, Baedal has things which would never be found in their own worlds? Perhaps there are people here who could help you, without being Doctors?" Scooping up a little forkful of the cake, he pauses, before popping it into his mouth, "And I like you, however you are. There isn't anything for you to apologise for!"