It was getting late, his weary body was begging him to find the clinic, where the tea was warm and the bed was made. Are had been such a welcome distraction, he'd forgotten that the reason they'd started talking in the first place was for directions. He'd started out lost, and ended up with a task and a friend.
[say]"Well, I really should be getting back, thanks again for helping out,"[/say] he said with an expectant pause, hoping Are could still tell him the way.