Five is deep in thought as he makes his way around the village, noting the shifts from time and trying to piece together logic that may not exist for how and why this happens. Magic continues to be frustratingly inconsistent, but there's a very specific language to time that he needs to untangle it from. All that's clear to him right now is that it needs to stop before it destabilizes the world beyond the village.

If the man he passes by wasn't taking up so much space, he might have slipped on by without saying a word. As it is, he keeps him from missing where the walkway collapsed while he's distracted.

He's seen him before. It'd be hard to miss him, honestly. Even if he's never interacted before, his predicament is obvious, and Five frowns as he looks over the water. Easy enough for him to blink across, but something keeps him from continuing on his way. After a moment he looks up to see the towering figure starting to emerge himself in the water. Apparently he's taking the hard way.

"Going somewhere, or are you just out for a stroll?"