[ A quiet, cold breeze steals over his neck; a few lights wink in the distance behind Mayoi. Flynn tries not to shiver and fails, only barely resisting the urge to look behind himself like a child hoping not to spot a monster. His hand goes to his belt, which is... just a belt. There should be a sword there. He'd feel a lot better if there were.

But this man is friendly, if waif-thin, and possibly teasing him, and that's a lot less uncomfortable than silence and graves and the distant howl of animals he can't fight, so Flynn makes himself relax. ]

Um. I don't know if that's true, but... well, I'd rather not find out if it is, so I'd better keep searching. It would be easier with two pairs of eyes. It would also be easier if I knew what I was supposed to be looking for.

[ That is the most reasonable possible way he can say please don't abandon me to the graves. ]