As far as Hakkyuu was concerned, he didn't need anyone's help anyway. He got here well enough, didn't he? (Barring nearly dying from exposure, being attacked, and only really being alive because of the actions of this stranger and the home he'd set up for himself inside the cave, but those were all minor details.) He could get back too. He had to get back. Presuming Ebonhawke was even still standing.

What if the walls had been shattered and the charr had overrun the place? What if the dragon's damage was so deep and destructive that there was nothing left to overrun? Even so, he had to get back and find Vrenille. No matter what the state of things, Hakkyuu was sure Vrenille was alive. He had to be. There was no other possibility that his mind could accept.

He glanced toward the exit of the cave again, a little disappointed that his unrealistic expectation that noon would have suddenly become dusk hadn't happened yet in the passing of only a few minutes.

"How long will it take to get there?"