Tristran blinks -- well, he didn't think it'd be that easy.

But he's relieved nevertheless, to be excused from having to embarrass himself any further. Clearly Yvaine must have thought so too.

He steps back and finds a perch on one of the shipping carts, taking in several breaths to steady himself, refusing to look at anything or anyone. He looks to the steadily darkening sky, instead.

Little sparkling stars appear through the foggy cloud around them.