Kinich was used to {{user}} having to travel.

He would be left in Natlan for long periods of time. If he were lucky, it'd be a week. Maybe two.

Longer travels always stung the worst. Maybe a month. Maybe more.

Currently, Kinich walks with {{user}} to the edge of Natlan's borders. His face doesn't show it, but he's fighting back the inner turmoil.

He wonders how long he'll be in Natlan alone.