Miles opts not to take the proffered arm, playing into the stubborn as if to ward off the total disorientation of today, but he looks a little relieved at the promise of -- well, some form of relief, anyway. He limps alongside his older self, managing a decent pace even with the makeshift crutch. At least the brace on his good leg is a serious upgrade from the ones he'd had growing up.

"Really?" He casts a raised-eyebrow glance at the other Miles. "One of the hillfolk?"

If there's a friend to be had among the villagers, even if only a sort-of friend, that'd do the both of them some good.