The offer to help hasn't gone unnoticed and is met with a grateful look from the man. His arm wrap around your shoulders and, together, he manages to get himself sitting up properly. He looks to be shaking slightly, as if the attack had weakened him considerably. Despite this, he manages to answer you with, "I'm f-fine." Nothing more, nothing less.

A look of apprehension was shot your way the minute you offered the chocolate. You're a stranger, aren't you? It was a few seconds before the man accepted the chocolate and started to eat it. The effect was instantaneous: the shaking seemed to have stopped completely and a bit of colour was starting to return to his cheeks. The look of apprehension was replaced with a general air of someone who was still shaken but seemed to have recovered somewhat. "Thanks, it does help. You should have some too." There was even a small smile on his face as he said this. "I-I think so? I can try." His arm holds onto yours but it doesn't seem as though he needs quite as much energy as before to pull himself up into a standing position. The chocolate really has worked.

At your answer, the man stops to look around at the clearing before looking at you. "But... there's no one else here. It's just the two of us. There never has been anyone else here." The look on his face tells you that he's both confused and slightly worried about your sanity at the same time. "The name's Gerald. Who... are you?"