[He notices some of those signs of some sort of inner turmoil and silent journey happening inside Thara-long-of-name, glancing at motions and following the look away towards the Ferryman's usual hangout spot. But he doesn't press about the face journey, sticking to monster manners on such things. Instead, he just brightens gratefully at the well-wishing - and considers their surroundings the question.]

Where have I been... Hmm. I haven't forgotten my search, but, there aren't many good landmarks or signs for describing that.

[There are those changing colors of sand, of course. There's the proximity or absence or overall distance from the river, the cliffs above the oasis, and so on... But it's just not like describing directions underground had been.]

I started the way I heard Sunny ran off... and then I began spiraling out, to cover more ground.