"...Above the heavens," he finishes for the stranger, casting his gaze outside the same window.

He hasn't been here for all that long, but the lack of the sun on his face, the cool breeze of the night, and the feel of earth under his feet has been the most unnerving part of being here. Or, perhaps not that, but the lack of freedom to truly roam. The entrapment is stifling.

His ears droop slightly, tail still. "The only life here are those like us, hailing from other realms."