He wakes up as the sun starts to go down, and blinks blearily, until he realises where his head has landed. 

It takes him a minute to will up the urge to sit back up.

Masque doesn't seem to mind.

Then he will lie there for a bit longer, before making something of a show about sitting up and stretching.

Masque watches quietly.

Zveran rubs his face. "We should head back to the road. Try and get some distance from...the beach."

Masque nods. "If you're ready."

"As I can be, I suppose." 

Zveran stands up, and grabs his pack. "Aten? You mind lighting the way?"

The answer appears to be 'not at all'.

"Let's go?" Zveran says, holding out a hand to Masque.

They take it to help them to their feet.

He doesn't really want to let their hand go, but doesn't want to push anything. 

So he drops their hand with a smile, and follows after Aten.

Masque follows beside him.

They head through the forest, eventually hitting the road, and Zveran walks along it, the direction of the Calm Plains, before he knows what he's doing. 

Well. Masque isn't going to question it.

Zveran could keep them walking through the night, but doesn't fancy the idea of fighting sins- uh, fiends, in the dark, so as soon as they come across a sheltered area, he gestures to it. 

"I think we're far enough away. And this is close enough to the road that we won't lose it tomorrow."

Masque nods. "Quite," they agree.

Zveran builds a fire, then sits down, resting his elbows on his knees.

Masque watches him quietly, sitting down cross-legged opposite him.

It's a little while before he speaks. 

"Do you think I should finish?"

"Hm?"

"My pilgrimage. Do you think I should keep going to Zanarkand?"

"You had good reason to be doing it. Has that changed?"

Zveran regards them sadly. "I do have good reason. And something has changed. But I was asking if you think I should."

"I can't answer that for you."

"You don't have an opinion? At all?"