He keeps moving until he's at the other side of the well. As his hands brush weathered stone, he exhales. "It's.. It's hard to explain. But it simply feels familiar. It sounds like my own nickname." And that, unfortunately, is as far as his memories let him go.

He looks towards the woman and studies her for a long moment. "It took me by surprise as only one person's ever called me that before. I think."

"I didn't mean to scare you. What is your name?"