Poor guy, he starts like someone woken out of a sun-doze, the kind of deep one where your whole head feels snore-y for five minutes after you wake up. But he's holding himself together pretty well, gets his breath back and looks over. “I’m-- I’m fine,” and I nod, give him another minute to finish grounding down. “The ceremony surprised me, and I just found myself thinking of home.”

"I get you," I say, and-- well, I do, kind of. Home is the Carnaval, but the trails and patterns of rain and dirt in the ground, those just feel wrong. Gibtown, the actual buildings were fine there, and that was home a little, but... Well, it's at least not like I'm alone, even if we're not in quite the right place. "Been a while, I guess? Since you were there. But the town's pretty friendly, as it goes." I offer a smile and hold out my hand. "I'm Zann, Tereixa Zann, but just Zann's fine."