"I suppose that depends on your definition of 'hurt.'"

He pushes a sigh from him, his eyes back down on the memorials.

"I was found and aided in my time of need. My savior... she expended a piece of herself to keep me alive."

And even now, he's not sure it entirely worked; he has seen neither hide nor hair of Ravine since, and he can still feel that maw within him, gnawing hungrily at him from within. If nothing else, it bought him time, time he is spending here, among those already gone.