Griffin didn't answer for the longest time. He was too busy acclimating to having real limbs again. His hands splayed out at his sides as he wobbled, swaying with the faintest of breezes and stumbling about to get to a tree so he could lean against it. He succeeded, sort of, thudding against it with a soft "oof" sound. It left him surprised, being able to feel the rough bark digging into his skin-- of which he could feel being pulled along with his muscles when he moved. Had living always been this... sensitive?
He hummed, turning to lean his back to the tree and peer about. "No thank you, I won't be long in here I imagine, I just need to borrow your eyesight, like I already said. Is that so much?" Sighing, his gaze slowly drifted to the ground, which quickly caught his attention the longer he stared at it. "Wait a moment..."