Essek doesn't look all too different from the last time Verin remembers seeing him here. Remembers? He doesn't even know if that's exactly right, but he doesn't have long to think about it as his brother stares at him. The strangeness of all of this helps to quell the other feelings bubbling up. Later.

Verin shrugs helplessly.

"I--was I here...?"

The question barely makes sense to him as he asks, but he's hoping Essek will follow his line of thought. Unless Essek doesn't remember. Verin looks down at himself, absently tugging at the shirt he's wearing - which is absolutely recalls getting from Essek - and trying to pull together incongruent memories.