[the egg bobbing up alarms him-- but it follows a sort of cognitive dissonance present in the dream. this is all underwater, or at least Intended To Be. it should be, and he knows it. but he's only seen it other than his own hatching after parting the sea himself, exposing everything to root out a great threat, so he remembers it like that, everything firmly on the sea floor, with walking being the form of locomotion, rather than swimming, even though the light from above is filtering as if through water.]

I've already overstayed mine.

[being here at all. guiding him quickly, clearly very familiar with the terrain, the path up and out through stone ruins to the beach above.]