Thancred is nodding, understanding less the more than man speaks. But it certainly helps that Fridtjof seems so nonchalant about it. Maybe he's dealt with this before.

Thancred huffs a laugh, arm going slack and falling against his knee. "I've been on the Source for perhaps a few days before being swept up again." It sincerely is funny, at this rate. Now that the shallow reflections have calmed down. "I'd have half a mind to think that a trick was being played on me by a friend, but." He motions around him. "This is a bit beyond them."