Bless this man, who witnessed his directional confusion and took it upon himself to assist. There was no shame in needing help, or at least that was what Malachi attempted to remind himself of.

He had almost forgotten about the weight of his bag when the stranger mentioned it. It was quite uncomfortable now, after carrying it for so long, but he was still hesitant to force it on another.

"If you lead the way, I have it," he assured. In spite of his exhaustion, Malachi was not one to waver in strength, and his grip remained firm.

"Thank you, Mister...?"