[He's obliged to say yes at this point, even if he's not sure of what's outside of this room, of how far away the town is from this dream-like place. Nodding once, he begins to turn towards what he assumes must be the exit of the temple... but he slows again. Is he feeling dopey from blood-loss, or is that genuine regret that's colouring his thoughts?]
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Girl?
[He still doesn't know her name.]
Sorry about that... thanks.