Exilis laid down his bedroll, looking to a companion with a small smirk. For better or worse, the two had seen each other at their most vulnerable, but it wasn't a bad sight to see her with some left to the imagination. "... I wonder... before we woke up there, had we, perhaps already been here?" He spoke in a soft tone, barely above a whisper. "That mist could have some form of illusion to it... To make one feel as if they've died, only for whatever created it to deposit its victims back in this place."
Exilis wanted to close his eyes, but his mind was racing, and with inspiration having struck, he pulled out his spellbook. The stark realization hit that he didn't have a pen or ink, a morbid fancy struck him, and he pricked his pointer finger with a dagger, using his own blood to start scribing magical formulae into the book. The handwriting and coded language all matched that in the previous pages of his tome, though the other words were in a much less grisly script. At least this proved he was the person who wrote those spells.
"I can't help but wonder, though... who are we? Were my lies before simply truths that I cannot consciously grasp? Did we know each other before? Were we friends? Lovers?" While he found her looks attractive, Exilis was confident this wasn't the case, but a small mischievous bit of him wanted to stir the pot, now that they were in some relative safety.