They'd not been able to see him - if they were, perhaps that would have helped them recognize him faster. The timber of his tone stirs a faint memory or two, something vague and poorly-focused. They had not, after all, had full possession of their mental faculties as they bled out in the cells of Ai'tuoh.

The Drifter lowers their head in a somber nod. It is best not to assume.

for some time
lup retrieved me