Another sharp movement out of the corner of his eye. Doumeki turned his head towards it, expecting it to be gone like some kind of phantasm, like the other ones he'd been seeing all night, but it didn't end up being like that.

It was a boy, who slapped a hand over his mouth, looking ill and like he was injured. Doumeki's brows furrowed for a moment, and he took a step just a bit closer.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice low. Partially because he didn't want to startle the young man again, as he seemed to have been already. He really looked worse for the wear, and Doumeki started glancing down over the clothing he wore to see if there was something that could be used to help.