He's almost glad Az hadn't seen him as a "proper" headcase; though he's still not sure if (or for how long) the Sorceress kept him around after she got what she needed. It's possible he'd never have stopped being afraid of her, and ehr guilt...no. She can check the tablet if she wants, if she'd missed the little glimpse from that morning.

"I am," he replies with one of his jerky nods. "It's...letting go a little bit, it's helpful." Pause. "Plus I have another one still, from earlier on."