"Thanks."

It wasn't much, but Jet did feel relief from those words. But the way Sam said they should try not to let it happen, it made him uneasy. Sam didn't know how much easier that was said than done. He stayed silent until they started moving again, the glass carnage behind them as they entered the hall leading them back to the rest of the castle. It was once they'd reached that crossroad that he spoke up, voice quieter than normal for him, serious, but loud enough for Sam to hear. "Yesterday, I was leaving the Great Hall and...I guess either Kur was following me or he was there in the hall anyway and I- I didn't see him, I grabbed him, pushed him against a wall and held a knife to his throat and I didn't even see him, I saw ghosts. I didn't even know it was happening until I'd almost-" He cut himself off, eyes down on the ground ahead of them. He was sick with the thought of how that sentence ended. "There was a goddamn line in his skin where the blade had been.

If that happens again, I don't know that I'll be able to snap out of it like I did."