"Touché." There's a moment of companionable silence during which the both of them simply... look out over the lake. There's no need for words to fill the silence -- it's not an uncomfortable silence -- but eventually he turns back toward Maya and nods.

"I think... I'll give it another try."

Getting lost in the woods here seems to be as valid a thing to aim for as anything else. The worst that will happen is... he'll get lost. And then Chaos or some other form will wake up from deep slumber, tap at his thoughts, and direct him back to where he needs to be.

It happens every time.

"A good evening to you, Maya Antares." As he stands, the cloak rustles around his legs for a minute before billowing out behind him. For now he'll walk, but it's one of his few pleasures to soar from treetop to treetop in this place.

As long as he's alone.