Like this everyone will be able to identify him. Damen being Damen, the Laurent who breaks out of the campfire circle is the spitting image of the blonde in his memory- the few inconsistencies, like the hair length and the different clothing, can't explain this away. Even the cadence of his voice is the same, suffused in tension.

“Damen,”

This is well-intentioned, but you can't expect him to process compliments when you're three seconds from getting decapitated. Laurent strides up to Damen and pulls him up at the earliest opportunity. His voice is harsh, like he's angry, but those who know him well will know better- his eyes are wild. He's frantic.

"What the hell? Did you get captured? Or you- you didn't.“