[ Amos knows what it's like to be harmed by people in power — and Yima is not that. He has been hurt, he has been subjected to the control of all kinds of people — men, more often than not; there is an instinctive trust in older women for him — and people like Yima are guides. Saviours, maybe, in the right context. At this, the end of all universes, she's his last one. It's fitting.

Pay no mind to the massive blindspot he lives with. He grew up with enough darkness; he doesn't need more.

Drizzt's hands are unsurprising, considering the way he had been ready to wield a knife. Amos looks back down at them, wondering if he let go too soon; meets his eyes once again. ]

Seeing for yourself is good. [ His voice grows steadier, at least, gaining in confidence. Drizzt isn't judging him, and it's not like he can do anything right now about the state of possible crime in Highstorm, so it's easier to start putting it behind him. Get back to normal. ] I don't think there's a danger of abuse spreading here, but being proactive's one way to see to that. So I see your point there.

[ He pauses, considering. ]

I figure you should go where you're most comfortable. I mean, I hope it's here, because this is one of the best places I've ever lived. But if you're not sure, then it's good to take the time. Figure things out. And if you figure you can make a difference here, then all the better, right?

[ Huh. He can't hold his hand out again; that'd be kinda stupid. So instead Amos gives him a small nod; his own indication of paying mind. ]

Name's Amos, if you ever want to talk further after you've seen more for yourself. I'm here. Think we ultimately want the same thing — [ for the place where they live to be the best possible version of itself, for everyone who lives there — ] so I'm always willing to listen.