"Yes." That, at least, requires no thought to answer. "I do. Very much so."

Still forming a rather sullen silhouette as he walks, Erik kicks at one of those ubiquitous stones that always seem to find their way onto public walks. It clatters ahead enough to be kicked again; the next one sends it off the path entirely. "But those dreams haven't stopped since we came here." Yes. Dreams. Hideous nightmares, he means—they don't come every night, but more frequently than he's had to endure in a long time. "It's hard to want to smile. I don't..." Such a frown. "I just don't want them to think I'm not glad to have met them."