That sounds like an extremely rough patch and he sobers, the agitation subsiding a bit. "I'm sorry that happened to you."

Flynn chose this – regrets it terribly, now that it all went wrong, true, but it wasn't an attack, it was a turning that happened consensually. On top of that he already had insight into this world; the world of magic and artifacts, the world of there being more than meets the eye. And he knows where to get information, where to look. To be attacked and mauled, only to be flung into this world all on your own must be so confusing and horrible.

"I don't know. Probably?" He frowns, suddenly reminded of the fears he must elicit in others. "Hey, I'm not going to bite you. I don't bite people."