"Mostly?" he echoes, still sounding warmly amused as Caleb reports his current state. "That doesn't sound strange - the Feywild has a way of confusing purpose."

Even as he says it, it still takes Yussa a moment to remember the precise answer to the unasked question.

"We are here by way of the Halls of Halas," he reminds, feeling confident in his answer once he's able to grasp it again. "We came through the gallery."

And now they need to find their way back out.