[Geir's attention is steadying. the silver clinks to the dirt, Vern not paying it any mind; he plants both hands on the softer scales of Geir's nose, breathing deeply again and again. it's easier to deal with Geir actually listening, Geir the singular and enormous point of familiarity here. his tone is even again when he speaks, panic contained for now]

We're all right, but we don't know how we're here. Someone would have had to find us to take us anywhere, and as far as I know humans don't have the power to bridge the realms . . .