"That is the last thing I remember before arriving here as well," he said quietly, drawing Malik further into the house. All of it was warm, but the area beside the boiler was warmest. He took Malik to the spot where he'd found the most heat came up from the cellar. There was a chair there already, and he urged Malik to sit, pushing back his own hood. "Though I was ninety-two then, and arrived here as you see me." A young man - the age he'd been when Darim and Sef had been boys. Still wearing his scars, but with the dark hair and smooth skin of youth.