It was definitely oddly specific, and Ty decided he'd ask about it later, if he indeed did not die a humiliating death. It took him the better part of the day to figure out how to control his newfound ability. Somewhat. If he got too close to anything metallic, it still made small groaning noises or rattled ominously, but for the most part it seemed like he was fine. It didn't mean that he wasn't going to sleep in the woods until he was certain he could turn this thing off while he was sleeping.

But a promise was a promise, and after getting some directions from some of the other villagers, he headed over to where Ashley was last seen, waving his hand in greeting.

"Hey, thanks for your help earlier!" He held open his palm to show the metal knuckles, grimacing apologetically. "You might have to take it back. My control still isn't perfect."