After his body had heaved the last bit of uninvited water from his stomach, he hissed a single-breathed laugh through his nose and turned to inspect Rökkvi. He was splayed across the snow but seemed otherwise unharmed, thankfully.

Honestly... I don't know. Where he might have lied to a stranger, Seiya would be nothing but honest with his drowned brethren. Truly, he did not know. Again he glanced the treeline but it was completely alien to him. Though his nose was still burning from the upturned water, he tried to scent the air and found nothing familiar in it either. Finally he looked toward he sky and, beyond all the things that clouded his mind with worry at that precise moment, felt a tinge of sadness that Rökkvi would never see the flare and flash of meteors arching through the night.

Did he black out? How did they get here? Pale yellow gaze settled back on his friend and he frowned, though Rökkvi wouldn't see it. He took a careful step forward to sniff the brown lump before him and was relieved when there was no blood-scent. Still, a heavy weight of guilt swallowed him whole and he struggled to put their situation into words.

I'm... sorry. I don't know where we are. I don't know what happened, Rökkvi, he stammered, his voice quiet and cracked. It was then that the fear of the unknown wrapped its jaws around his throat, closing it and cutting off his words. What were they supposed to do now?