Larksong Grotto Imaginary hands folding over you

He was speaking nonsense. Kelsier only nodded along, taking in this information in stoic silence. A golden doe with blue eyes. Reverie. It sounded like something from a story, or perhaps from the legends of The Evergarden. But it was not real, and he pitied the man for his feverish delusions. He was very still while the wounded stranger gripped him, but stepped closer with ears pulling forward in concern when he fell back.
And came awake again, normal. Seemingly normal. A grotto, Kel explained, watching him closely. You're badly hurt. A cat did it. Do you remember? He would need to know exactly how damaged this man's mind was, if he would be a danger to Erzulie. There was no doubt in his mind now that the stranger was unfit to have ever even taken his trial. But Kel couldn't judge.
He hadn't either.