I resist the urge to ask him his name. Instead, I put my gear down into my pouches and bandage the wounds on his back. "This will help until you find a doctor."

Pulling my gear out, I activate various devices with my brush before putting them in various places in the room. The ritual soothes me, and my mind is calm as I trace the desired effect in the air with the glowing brush, seeking his tie to this world or another.

After a moment, I have my answer. He's not delusional, not completely. The spell tells me he's not of this world. I might even find his for him.