Perceptive, Kahlil senses the anxiety building in the young man next to him and stops walking for a moment, gently touching a hand to his upper arm. His brow furrows slightly.

"Yes - I'm sorry. This is all still a lot to take in."

He had been lucky, in a way. He'd come here already accustomed to his life being turned upside down and shattered. At least this time he'd arrived with some of his long term memory intact. The last two years worth, anyway.

"Do you need a second?"