Of course he's still thinking about it. But, at the very least, the more pressing issue is there situation, and he's distracted in how he follows Asra, holds onto his hands and focuses on his expression. That's right... it doesn't matter where they are, as long as he's here. He feels confident in that.

"How long, let's see... It's difficult to determine how time passes in a place that's so strangely colorful, but it certainly has felt like an hour or so?" He steps onto the shore, follows closely to Asra, plucking at those wet clothes of his as a constant reminder until he decides to dry himself. "Waking up was so startling that I couldn't move, for some time. When I wiggled out of those crystals, I felt sore, and tired."

He has no idea what direction to go, but he still stares around slowly, trying to see if he can guess at one, or reevaluate. "I suppose we don't have to move immediately, but isn't it alarming to be so isolated? We'll become dehydrated and die of thirst if this extends for too long, won't we?"