"I know," he says, obviously cowed, ears drooping as Kurloz starts to untangle. "I'm sorry." It's hard, remembering most other trolls don't regularly engage in physical contact, remembering that this particular troll especially needs to be warned beforehand.

"There's just no one else here that I know, I can't find my mother, and I saw you and I just -- I'm glad that you're here. I'm glad that you're okay." He takes a moment to look Kurloz over, to ascertain that he is, indeed, okay. It's not unusual for him to be injured after all, it's a valid concern.