Aidan raises an eyebrow as he picks a loose finger that was stuck in Vals hair. He tosses it aside and grins softly before shaking his head and returning to the matter at hand. "No. Controlled people look different. You can see it in their eyes. Talking about eyes... Have you noticed a sort of 'movement' at the edge of your eyes? Sort of a ripple effect? Only visible if you really focus on it. It's... unsettling." He turns around and looks at the scattered huts. "I'd say we take a look around their houses. Maybe some sort of clue there? Oh, and let's stick together this time." He sheaths his sword and walks to the nearest house.

Placing his hand on the wall and it feels... cold. Like stone? No, wait. Just normal reeds. Or was it? Aidan looks at the palm of his hand and frowns. "Something fishy is going on here... I'm starting to construct a theory, but I'll need more evidence." 

The insides of the hut are scarce. A bed made of hides, a table made of a rock and a small cooking fire. "It's like we stepped back in time, and yet they knew us. Hm..."