He should know the state of his basic needs, but he doesn't. His mind so muddled with everything and nothing, there's little he can focus on beyond the need to run, the need to find Beauregard and Caleb, that his own needs are not even worth accounting for. He gives a half aborted shake of his head, something that indicates being unsure more than a definitive no.

"I-.. I can move," slowly, but he can. He's not exactly the graceful elf he normally is, he can't even float at the moment, his mind too shaken to reverse his gravity. "But I--... I need to---" his eyes squeeze shut, it was so hard to form a thought, even harder to form words, but eventually they come out, halting, pained, "find them, I need to."