"Maybe we're on the edge of Luna? Closer to... Ikorr," which is half a statement and half a question as he narrows his eyes in thought. Unsurprisingly, that action doesn't summon forth the map he's trying to picture or any of his many scribbled ones across many a journal page after arriving. And while Claude could pull one of his notebooks crammed into the bag with seemingly endless storage which hangs at his side, why not try something else first?

Instead of rummaging around in the bag it's into his pockets he goes to withdraw a compact mirror. "I've shown you this before, I think," he says to Jesper after dropping the arrow back into the quiver on his back. "It should show us where we are since it's saved me out in the desert a few times."

What it turns out he's failed to consider is that while he's overheard some of the Summoned talking about their magic not being exactly right is that this is also magic - not his own like the spells he'd brought knowledge of from Fodlan, but one gifted to him. One which suffers the same fate as the night sky projection above them is... decidedly not right as he looks at it with a slight furrow of concentration. "Do those constellations look familiar to you at all?"