Not stupid, not in many ways, but this place still confusing him, and leaving him uncertain and lost about so much that's going on. The talks of dying. The wolf. This place and the time and the things people talk about. He hasn't had a year to adjust to this, and he's trying to do the bext he can, but he's failing much as he tries to understand it all.

"You... What?" His face screws up, shifting and planting his hands on his hips, wishing he could make more sense of any of this place. He can't though. It just gets weirder, and sometimes he thinks maybe he is dead. That's why none of it makes sense.

"Because people don't turn into animals, that's how," he says, huffing out the words and knowing he sounds more cross than he should, but he can't help himself. "And after you'd been sick like that and then disappeared, I've been looking for you, not a dog."

He's been worried which makes him act stupider.