Good.

[ He comes around to bring the length of cloth over his eyes. It's carefully folded, pulled taut enough to be secure but not uncomfortably so. It'll look like he's completing some king of exercise. The both of them, really.

But maybe it'll make Carver feel better. Convince himself it is just the blindfold. Cement that it's temporary. ]

I am going to walk ahead of you. Keep a hand on my shoulder, and I will tell you when the terrain is changing.