The hand on his shoulder makes him stop for a moment, to throw a look over his shoulder with a very slight smile. He's all right, really. Despite all that happened, his people made it out alive, and that's something he reminds himself of often.

He doesn't linger for too long, and soon enough they pass the inner wall and reach the village. While there are some adults not far from them, their conversation is indistinct, and he doesn't recognise them, nor the children who run past chasing each other. But that's fine. He wouldn't want to see anyone he knows and not be able to talk to them. So instead of thinking too much about that, he starts making his way towards one of the longhouses.