[... that was a rough landing...

and he inspects his stoned foot with a click of his tongue once he manages to push himself up again.

a starry tentacle smacks his cheek which he rubs at, after.]

Yeah, yeah. That could have gone worse, right? [he ducks his head from another tentacle's swing] Can we focus on Hunter here? Not me?

[anyway, after squabbling with his Outer God for a moment, he starts to inspect his surroundings and... well, of course, he's going to look at the portrait with books in it. this is just how he is.]