The turtle can't help but feel a little pride at that, but gratitude goes a long way with him, all the more so in a stifling place like this.

His own smile fades as he has another look around, nodding. "There seems to be some old system still active around here, and whatever happened to us when we were...transferred into this world, triggers it," he explains, snout wrinkling in distaste. He tucks his wings tightly against his shell again, not wanting to get them tangled up again if he ends up having to make any quick moves.