blink once if you need help

Question asked, then Fin had lost track of their company. Focusing in, instead, on the bits and pieces around to see if they could identify the deity.

They'd found a slab that seemed to have writing on it. And about to direct one of the two to grab her notebook and coal. Fin was going to take a rubbing of it to study the runes, to see if any of the elvhen could be translated personally, or if she'd need to find a Dalish clan.

But Jam... Jem? Was talking. Looking up and around, it took a minute before Fin pinpointed the source of the voice. Standing, they brushed their hands off on their trousers and made her way over.

Tipping her head, Fin looked down, then crouched and began to brush away more dirt. Shockingly, it might be. Pointing behind themselves, Fin gestured in the direction of supplies. Grab some brushes.

Focused on the broken statue, Fin brushed more away with their hands. Who are you? she asked while awaiting Jim to get the supplies. As if her rescuers were suddenly her dig assistants. It never occurred to Fin to ask if either of them wished to stay or help. They'd just assumed. They were still here, after all. What else could that mean? So - to Fin - of course they wanted to help.