His eyes widen as he watches her, rifle targeting the sound with seemingly no source. Instinctively, he wants her to put the weapon down, To stop any fighting. After all, an unseen person may not be a threat -- they might be friendly. Might be just as lost as they.

Yet, the rhyme cycles in his head over and over again.

Fourth day, we wait and fear for our fate.

He doesn't know what it means, doesn't know why this is happening, but it makes his skin prickle like goose-flesh and he finds not the heart to tell her to stand down.

"Be careful," he says instead. "We know nothing of the rules of this realm."