[He would question it, but after limping over here he reaches to lean against it almost autmatically. He hesitates for a moment, his hand nearly touching it, but he doesn't smell anything suspicious about this girl; if there really is something special about this huge rock, it can't be anything harmful. He rests his hand against it, and closes his eyes for a moment, feeling his wounds close.]
What is this thing?
[Definitely not an ordinary rock. He can spare a moment to ask about it.]
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What is this thing?
[Definitely not an ordinary rock. He can spare a moment to ask about it.]