Dorian sighs softly and starts moving in the direction he assumes is away from the ocean and towards what he hopes should be shelter, somewhere. Even if they manage to end up in some dense trees or really anything other than the fog would be a relief. The healing shields will likely wear off sooner rather than later, but for now they are holding, keeping them at a place where at least the effects of the fog aren't getting worse. He still feels the edges of nausea though.

"If it's any consolation I don't think this is some kind of after death or purgatory. At least, it's not anything like what I would have expected." He tries to reassure, "I'm fairly certain I did not die."

He glances to his travel companion, something softer finding its way into his tone. "What happened to you? Did something attack you?"