Dion stops just to the side of her, watching for a moment. Despite wearing white (and a sheer tunic, at that, thanks to the strange generosity of the people here coupled with their immodest fashion sense), he does not hesitate to join her. He has never really cared if he gets dirty; though there were always appearances to keep up when he wasn't actively fighting, how could he care about dirt when he's been covered in much worse?

He stares up at the unfamiliar stars again, searching them for anything that could remind him of home. Though that might be worse, all things considered.

"I am," he answers. "Only just woke up in the forest this morning. I'm told that's a universal experience, though not one I'd wish on anyone else."

He looks back up at the sky. It's a clear night, at least. He wonders at her Phoenix, so he has to ask.

"Miss Zoya, is the Phoenix more than just a constellation where you're from?"