There's someone around here who fixes dreams. Verity could arrange an introduction.

She's worried by these revelations, of course, but is glad he trusts her with them. "I'm sorry. I don't think I'd be brave enough to go back at all." No judgment there, just hugs. "Would it help if someone went with you to the door? I wouldn't mind being your escort. I'm sure Clint would go too." Safety in numbers?