Louis is glad to see Tim alive. By the expressions on the corpses' faces, it is easy to imagine fates worse than death. Louis hopes they are in a better place now. He thinks it might be a vain hope. It's a terrible coincidence that Louis's eyes are as green as the fading glimmers around the bodies, but they are filled with nothing but concern and confusion.

He reaches out for Tim's shoulder. He looks like he needs it, watery and fraying at the edges as he is.

"I've met him. Charmin' young man." The kid who acted like an impatient old-timer. Louis has enough presence of mind to be a little deadpan about that. It's a comfort.

"I didn't see anythin' on Dr. Goodsir's notice," he muses curiously, nodding at Tim to go on. (Is Goodsir a certified doctor? He's the closest the town's got, at any rate.)