Sandalphon looks a little disgruntled with his wet hair, but tries to cool off his ire. His wings meanwhile don't appear damp at all, unlike the rest of his body. He still can smell the flowers, and the scent look like if it comes from him, as if he were a close relative of the Rose Queen herself.

"I didn't mean the water, you idiot," he finally says, as he flies above the shoreline. "This sky gave you away, huh." He flies a little up, just to check his sight is as sharp as ever. He's right. He can't see even a hint of the cluster of islands faraway. "Where are you from?"