At Istredd's direction, he sinks into his seat again. As if warming up to exercise, he rolls his shoulders, pulls in a breath, and blows it out. His expression becomes guarded as Istredd goes on, ending in an appeal for access to his mind.

"Will you...be able to see my thoughts and memories?" Worry hangs on his words, pinches his eyebrows together.

Almost a year away from home, from the life he left behind, but Wilhelm hasn't forgotten what it's like to have your most private moments pulled away from you and plastered all over a public forum for scrutiny. Of course, now, on the threshold of opening his mind to Istredd, he can't help but think of all of the last things he wants anybody to know about him. Secrets and embarrassments and things too soft to share.