Flint looked awestruck at the figure sitting tied up on floor whilst the figure simply grinned back at him. There was an awkward silence and a mild breeze that rustled the trees surrounding the cliff. Eventually Flint lowered his head, facing the floor, and covered his face with his arm as he did this he shook slightly. The figure on the floor's face changed to that of an inquisitive kind at which point Flint changed his stance in one quick movement from his previous to looking directly at the figure tears streaming down his face and a thrilled grin that looked as if he were trying to hold it back. Finally he lunged at the figure, arms open, to go to hug him.