He's died before, but he certainly wasn't conscious between his death and revival. And that was only on the ship. Not here in a memory of another world.

César is just continually dumbfounded as he stands and looks around, although he can give an educated guess from context clues about: ".. No, I haven't encountered any, yet."

He drops the sand down from his hand and then stares at it. Because it's his hand but the texture is... odd. And the color is a bit off, almost closer to orange. Like a bad spray tan.

"Huh."

Okay, César, focus, he tells himself. Stop acting all incredulous about all this and simply just try to experience this. Relax. This is all part of the journey, and it's not nearly as crazy as the idea of you managing to get two husbands that love you very much. You're going to enjoy this a lot more if you start going with the flow. Just let things be and experience it. Take a breath. There.

César looks back up, smiling a bit (oh yup that felt off). "I don't need to go back right away. It's not every day you get to experience something like this, right? Don't let me disturb what you were doing. Perhaps I could even help? It's been years since I've had time to make sand castles."