[ he nearly yelps as the stranger grabs him, but controls the urge as it appears as though he'd done so for a reason. the next few moments are a confusing blur of that strange ache in his palm, green light-- and then it's over. the strange rift has disappeared, the monsters are gone, and maia stands trembling in shock and overwhelmed unhappiness.

he rubs at the center of his palm, staring a little unseeingly down at the mark there. he just.. doesn't understand. if only cala was here.. this seems like something he'd know how to handle. but cala is not, maia is alone, and somehow he needs to sort out answers for.. everything.

he finally straightens narrow shoulders, lifting his head and fighting back the sudden dizziness. (it's just that he's coming down from the adrenaline rush, he's certain.) ]

We-- We thank you for your assistance. [ his glance drifts away helplessly, staring out over the vast expanse of the water. .. he's never seen the ocean before. ] There is much that.. we do not understand, but we know, at least, that we would have been killed had you not been there to help us. [ sadly, he's not even that shocked by his near-death, really, so much as everything else. ]