Your offer of a hand does not even merit a glance from the Faceless, who keeps his head bowed. When you kneel down beside him with a hand on his shoulder, he flinches. It is only when you instruct him directly to sit back that he does so - seemingly more out of obedience than in gratitude. You can see the color flowing back into his limbs and when he looks at you, you see his face is warped with scars.

When you look at the footprints, you find them washed away.