He shakes his head a little. "He's either back home where his magic is steadily killing him...or he's not. There's little I can do now." Unless...unless whatever magic he'd been working on alongside Chris had worked. What if it had sent him through the gate properly? What if it had sent him to Nate and Nick like he'd been hoping? His own hair wouldn't serve Caleb, Chris wasn't inherently magical, but if he'd just gotten to the others...it's foolish, but he chooses to believe it.

"But that's not...I'm not just me. I'm..." He sighs and shakes his head again and moves to sit up and roll off Hawke. "Are you alright? You must have swam hard. Your lungs make it?"