Emberwood Did you wonder where I've been all night

That's unexpected, enough to drive some of the fog out of his mind. His vision clears by a fraction, and he blinks again, clearly surprised by the question. It's a rare display of emotion from the wraith, though this man can't know that. You... want to help? He doesn't wait for a response; he continues in an idle ramble, as if the explanation is all he has to offer. I found my mom dying. She died right in front of me. And then — I don't remember. I think I hit my head. I think someone attacked me. He shivers a little, remembering claws and teeth, a sharp threatening sound like the scrape of teeth against stone. He doesn't remember much else. His thoughts start to drift back on topic, fragmented. I don't think anyone has ever offered me help before. He looks up again, wanting to see the man's eyes again, as if to confirm he can really trust him. There is a small part of him urging it all on, playing up the vulnerability if only to receive a little more attention from this handsome stranger. For the most part, though, he feels as fucked up as he probably seems, and he knows he needs help. I can't think right. Will you stay with me?