Micolash's pale eyes go even wider with amazement at Viatorus' stuttering response, the handkerchief falling from his hands and into his lap.

"...Who was it. Did he speak a name? This mentor. Was he only in the Dream? Or did he appear in the Waking as well?" His voice has dropped again to a lower tone in his wonder, his fervor to know more. Although there's a niggling little thorn somewhere in his thoughts still, pricking him into irritation to know that this poor lad is so insecure in his abilities. So ready to talk down how incredible they are. Infuriated to know that he has been like this all along, most likely.