The strange part is it's what he expected it to be. Sheltered by the heavier stones, the only suggestion of the wind comes from the sharp sound of it whistling across the toothy tops of the boulders and in the rasping groaning of the nearby trees. His head is still thumping, but the dreamlike strangeness of walking through the weather encased in Wanda's bubble is diminished here. He isn't sure if it helps, really. Or what it would even help if it did. Just that there's something like a respite to the sensation even if its here in the shadow of a shrine built to a god of terrible things.

Wake sets the lantern down.

Yes. He has an offering.

"Before you were summoned here," he says, fishing the waterskin's strap over his head and off his shoulder. He takes the hatchet from his belt. "Do you remember anything about where you were? What you were doing there?"