[More than a single word is much more preferable. Dion releases a breath -- a newly recovered breath, considering his short fall into the water. His lungs are still burning.]

I am now. [Not only now, but knowing Claude is safe -- he can breathe a little deeper.] Though I confess I was not earlier. I was dumped into what I suspect is the ocean north of the Singularity, and I... let me say that dragons are not particularly fond of the ocean.

[Suppose he once was, as a god, when he would slumber underneath it for years. Perhaps that was the joke at the heart of it all.] Cid is here as well. And I would not be without him. [The words are a great deal softer than any Dion had for Cid before.] Where have you gone?