Henry can only nod in agreement to that, it's the logical thing to do. Even if his curiosity still burns bright, he isn't willing to possibly die for it. He hums in response to the question, shaking his head as he also takes a step back. It's probably best to go back into the town and figure out what to do from there.

"Too late for them, I suppose. How tragic."

He doesn't seem overly concerned about it, however, and this guy doesn't seem to either. For some reason, that reassures him and he nods.

"I was... on a motorbike, I think. Fell pretty damn far, but... the details are fuzzy, anyway—" says Henry, blinking back into focus like he'd just remembered where he was.

"Pickle or no, I think getting back to town would be best. I plumb ran into the woods like an arse, without even after thinking to ask around about the town I woke up in."