[He waits, patiently in the background, while the others bring Sariel back around from his fugue -- it's not unheard of, among swords or warriors, but it's probably a little different from that, too. Those with some kind of connection will have an easier time of it than the equivalent of a total stranger.
After all, Sariel doesn't even know what he looks like.
Eventually, perhaps when Sariel is by the gardener's cottage, he speaks up:]
You'll return soon. All of you. They're very close, next to us.
[Well, you'd normally be able to see them in the sky, but everyone over there is stuck in the execution dimension right now, so Yamanbagiri merely gestures at the empty garden in the sky above their heads. Sariel would recognize it more than this garden, and more than Yamanbagiri himself.]
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After all, Sariel doesn't even know what he looks like.
Eventually, perhaps when Sariel is by the gardener's cottage, he speaks up:]
You'll return soon. All of you. They're very close, next to us.
[Well, you'd normally be able to see them in the sky, but everyone over there is stuck in the execution dimension right now, so Yamanbagiri merely gestures at the empty garden in the sky above their heads. Sariel would recognize it more than this garden, and more than Yamanbagiri himself.]