Was he ready? Probably not. But he was sure Gabriel would be true to his word. As long as he wasn't left alone with some stranger, as long as no one laid hands on him, Dal would be as okay as he was going to be after a traumatic incident.

"I'm ready."

He was quiet on the ride there, trying to steel himself to relive his near death. It wouldn't be pleasant and he could already feel his hands starting to tremble. Dal didn't say anything once they arrived, simply following wherever he was led to recount what happened.