He takes the napkin. For now, it remains under his hand.

"I was hardly going to allow you to flounder. You'd be shocked to know how much strength one gets when they need it to help another."

...

"So it was... real, Gaeta? All of it. The former townsfolk in robes. The finger-food. The mansion, the red room and the obelisk, the book... the knives. You remember all of that too?"