"As good a place to start as any, I suppose." Though he sounds less sure about that than the words imply. He sort of doubts those little creatures running around the temple care one whit about any of them, or anything they do, that doesn't have to do with their place of residence. Or whatever it is that eerie dome and its horrid approximation of a sculpture was built to pay homage to. But that kind of thinking isn't going to help either of them.

If those little things don't seem to care, perhaps he'll just come back down to the beach, himself, to make sure nothing is crawling up from it, still. But, later.

"Entirely unscathed! Not a scratch on me, fortunately enough." He nods, pretending not to see her glancing down at her arm. Pretending not to wonder what it was, exactly, that he saw out there, in the fog. "And there's plenty left where that came from. It'll take more than a couple of fireballs to run me out of magic."