"Are you sure?" Firion couldn't help but ask immediately.

The man didn't look fine. He was breathing heavy and seemed to be on the verge of shaking himself into a tizzy. He tilted his head, a few beads clinking together as he did so. He didn't want to pry, it wasn't his place. But he didn't like seeing others not looking well, even if they were strangers.

"Would you like some water?" He still had some in a skin, from his travels. He had been on his way home, after all, his memory still fuzzy from returning from the Conflict but not quite making it back home yet.