You elect to walk up the hill lest the felled graverobbers wake any time soon. You feel the fear and pain drift out of your body as the normal noises of the night take over again.
"Are you all right—" you begin.
"It's been a night and a half, dear fool," the stranger cuts in. "I should like to simply ascend this hill with thee, partake of the moonlit view, and go our separate ways. Does that suit you?"
Some combination of the hunter's commanding tone and your dried-up reservoir of energy makes you assent.
Onward