Fitz' gaze drops to keep an eye on the dog's approach, wary in a way that's more perfunctory than actually scared. Wary it'll get drool on him, mostly. He looks back up when a hand falls on his shoulder, reaching up to give Ellis' arm a light squeeze in kind. He's felt how real this world is already — the hard ground beneath the rift, the exhaustion of the trek back to Kirkwall — but it'd still felt surreal, vague enough to write off as a dream. Seeing someone he knows? That's the final nail in the coffin.

"Yeah, I've noticed. I've just got my things and been to the library." Not that he'd needed the library to tell him what month it was. He'd gotten that from the scouts that'd picked him up, though he hadn't gotten much else. Hence the library, but since Ellis is already awake —

"What've I missed?"