[ It is such a stark and steady kind of relief to hear another voice after wandering among the dead for what feels like hours that Flynn thinks he can be forgiven for immediately stepping forward, following after this man not unlike a puppy offered a treat. There's only so much time you can spend among the dead, scanning stones for a name you don't remember but that probably sounds like your own, with eyes you can't see crawling along your skin before you're a bit desperate for company.

Hopefully he's not giving off please don't leave me new stranger vibes too strongly. Flynn can't recall ever having been this uncomfortable.

Then again, he can't recall much. ]

Um— I'm trying everything in my power not to be, but I seem to be...

[ He glances backward, at where he is sure the gate must have been at some point, west, aligned with the setting sun. More graves, stone-silent. ]

...very lost. I don't suppose you remember the direction you came from?