[Nicodemus Nylgunir Osael de Oceania]
"M'fine." He responded, eyes narrowing at her as she winced. But he left it unmentioned, and decided to question her on it and her origins at another time. His hand lingered in hers for a moment before he pulled free of it and held it towards Laes, using his other hand to tear off a piece of the cloth covering him. His hand motioned fluidly, pulling a length of water and guiding it into the torn cloth. He used both hands to tie it into a pouch around the liquid, and then used the excess cloth to tie it to what was covering him; he really needed to get some clothes.
Sha effsueshar.
As if on cue with Laes' heeding, the girl that had been up on the cliff now broke through the treeline and began speaking in some sort of panic. Nico greeted her with a stoic expression, and after she had asked several questions, he cast a glance that said 'you handle this' at the girl who had introduced herself as Cináed.
He didn't really find himself in the mood to talk much at the moment, not that he was much of a talker in general anyway. Regardless, he was tired, still in pain from the shift in forms, and disoriented and not yet used to walking on legs. And so he remained silent, heels still dug into the sand so he could maintain balance and not end up toppling over. He took a deep breath as he calmly recollected his thoughts and once again turned his gaze to the woods that the incline lead to, the one the strange girl had just come through.
It left him thinking that there might be a path again, and he exchanged glances between the mystery girl and Cináed, before deciding to at least say something. "Clothes. Path." He gestured to the cape tied around his waist, and then to the incline that lead into the woods. He didn't think it needed any other explanation beyond that, he was still overtly exposed with the cape, and a path meant that it led somewhere.
He didn't really wait for a response from either, and steeled himself as he approached the incline, attempting to climb up it before losing his balance and falling flat onto his back in the sand. His vision flashed white before he let out a groan. And as if the blow to the head flipped a switch, he began exclaiming. "Osael damn these infernal legs! How do you even navigate with these clumsy, pale appendages?!" He didn't offer any attempt to get up, and lay there on his back, crossing his arms over his chest. He blew a tuft of hair out of his face, cheeks beginning to flush.