He is breathing perhaps too fast, heart pounding in his temples. Rhy blinks away the tears and struggles to find his voice again; after coming up unsuccessful, he nods, and just lets Mat lead him to the window.

Mat is here. Even if there's no one else -- and, truly, he feels like there is no one else, that same terrifying emptiness just out of reach but far too close, like he might fall into that place once again. Only Mat is there to stop it. The only one who stands between Rhy and the endless loneliness beyond.