Rhy settles into the armchair with him. It's a little bit of a squeeze, but the closeness is appreciated right now. He leans into Mat's arms, peering tentatively out the window at the people below, none of whom seem familiar to him. Somehow, watching them all moving about outside, unknown faces to unknown destinations, makes him feel even lonelier.

But Mat doesn't. Mat makes him feel seen.

"I know. I believe you," he murmurs. "Thank you."