[It sends an uncomfortable chill down his spine, being stared at like that. Already dizzy from the effects of being stuck in this place, his nausea almost becomes too much to bear under the scrutinizing gaze he has come to fear while spending nearly a decade in disguise. But he is honest, in this way at least, and that’s enough for now, it seems. He sighs, tension melting from his shoulders, the drooping of his head also serving as a nod of agreement to her proposal.

Sheik leans forward, as if to follow— then leans further, too far, nearly stumbling if not for his hand rapidly reaching out for Aerith's. Taped and callused fingers clutch wrap around hers with a desperation he does not appreciate displaying, but of the options, he'd rather remain upright instead of spilled out upon the ground. He's not entirely unconvinced that he wouldn't shatter into a dozen pieces if he did, or worse yet, that the illusions he cloaks himself in would.]

... My apologies, but if I could ask for your support as well, just for a short while... It— It doesn't feel as though this realm agrees with me, truthfully.

[Of course such a chaotic place would be difficult for one blessed by a goddess of wisdom and law, which just makes this search all the more infuriating. Perhaps his past self is having an easier go of it.]