Once they're finally up in open air and Huaisang is standing on his own feet again, the dog shakes out its pelt--and the motion continues through the transformation back into a man, shrugging his shoulders and shaking his arms out a couple times as he moves toward the balcony.

He might not have been trapped in that particular cave for two hundred years, but it had been what felt like ages since he'd last been able to walk around this plane at all. And he can't remember the last time he'd seen a view like this. It causes the same glimmer of confusion to run through him that he'd felt when looking at that clay jar.

"Wow..." A good few moments spent being awestruck, before something suddenly clicks in his head, and he shoots a glance over toward Huaisang. "--Hang on, where am I? Or... maybe, when am I?"