He wasn't thinking about much more than how much he could be helped. How much he wanted to let Henn know that it wasn't her fault. How scared he was about losing Soren or Henn to all of this. How maybe, if this was just the start of it, he might start dreaming about people he knew, and he didn't want that to happen, not after what he saw. After what had happened.
He set down his cup of tea and cookie and tugged his hands into his sleeves, leaning back into the chair. "I just don't want it. I can't do this." He muttered.