"It's okay!" Luc says. "We're just very lost..."

Léa sighs, huffing a bit.

The person rounds the corner...

Revealing a humanoid candle holder, walking, a lit candle on his head. 

That surprises him!

"Ah! Hello!"

"Why, visitors! Two very young visitors!" the candle man exclaims.

"We're lost," Luc says, apologetically.

"I dare say so! It's been a frightfully long time since we had visitors, and no one comes to even the nearer parts of the woods anymore..." He sounds sad about that.

"Oh, I'm sorry. That must be lonely."

Léa sighs.

"Can you tell us how to leave?"

"Uh. Well."

"I'm not entirely sure of that myself... We've all been stuck here, you see."

" - For how long?" she asks, alarmed.

He hesitates. "Ah, well, not an outrageous time..."

"That's not a number. How long?"

"...About thirteen years."

"What?!"

"Well, we're tied to the castle's magic, so - surely visitors like yourself will be not quite so thoroughly trapped... But in the meantime, we can provide some rather excellent hospitality! It's our pride to do so, after all."

"Hospitality doesn't matter if we're stuck!"

"Léa..."

"What?"

"It doesn't sound like it's his fault. You shouldn't be rude to him about it."

She grumbles a little, but, to the candle man: "Sorry for snapping at you."

The candle man smiles. "I'm not offended at all, young miss. I understand you're rather stressed."

She sighs, glancing away. "I guess we're hungry and tired..." she says, almost reluctantly.

"Then we'll set up the guest suites! And lay out a rather grand feast, a necessity of course for hosting new visitors - "

"...Okay?" she says, warily. "Though I'd much rather get home..."