The Isle

There was a few seconds' pause as he very clearly had to rethink a few things, smile fading, blinking a little, and finally shook his head. "....The longest I had stayed in any other dream recently past was what felt like perhaps the span of an afternoon, not...." He sighed, not finishing that. There was clear bafflement there, dismay... but not so much disbelief. Whatever else he thought about the situation, he wasn't questioning Foulques's word about it.

Which perhaps explained why he gave him another look over, noting the polearm and pausing this time at what the other had caught while fishing. Quieter, "You're hungry here...?" This idea clearly didn't please him; not only was he no longer smiling, but he was really looking concerned at this point. He brought his hands up in front of him, folding them loosely together as though holding something inside, and after a second... nothing. He opened them, looking inside at the lack of anything there, frowned more, concentrated again... and then partially opened them to show that he was still holding nothing.

Something was wrong. Whatever it was he was trying to do, and trying again, and again, it definitely wasn't happening. And his lack of being able to do it was not only clearly news to him, but given that he couldn't do it, and the way he was attempting... it narrowed it down a bit, at least, now didn't it?