Senna's eyes widened. Automatically her hands moved to slide the spear back into her sash. "Wait. Back up. Two years? Did he know you beforehand?"

He had to have, right? Because why else would you go to all that trouble to rescue a stranger? Well, other than if you were a Death God... But still! A guy like that... Senna guessed he might be alright for Meche, if that was the case.