Jingyi blinks, taking hold of the arm of a woman in her elder years, who doesn't seem to be registering much at all right now. "Huh? Yeah, fine. How many are left?"

He has no concept, already leading the old woman toward the light rift he'd barely stepped out of. Too many back and forths, and he provides her his arm, and a bow of his head. "Please, Gramma, come with me. Let me help you home to your family."