It’s oddly nice, having someone help him after a battle. Not that this was really a battle, but he feels about the same either way. He grips onto the man in return, feeling rather unsteady, though part of him thinks that might be more due to being surprised by the help rather than any real physical issues.

“I… I don’t think so? Part of me has this memory of my parents sending me here as punishment, but that doesn’t really sound like something they would do either.” That and just about everything feels a little foggy from one moment to the next. “Is this not where you were heading either?”