The feelings rush through him, worry, danger, home, people. A plea for help. It feels fuzzy and hazy but he brings his attention fully from the bridge that he had been pointed at to focus on the statue, reaching out to touch it gently, reassurance.

He's never attempted to communicate with a statue before, this is new. He nodded at Murphy. "Yes... It must be terrible to not be able to help... I wonder if they could before... Help I mean. Doing anything here is very tiring."

Was that just how these islands were, or something that came with the storm? "We can go and see... If we can find them... The people I mean."