Ixa nodded. "On it."
They hauled themself up the tree the tent was under, then scrambled to the top. Around, the sky was the same shade of grey, like a thick coating of dust on a funeral shroud. They could see the outskirts of the ruins, maybe a mile to their left. Tall trees sprouted from the gaps between torn stone walls, giving way to what seemed like an eternity of forest. Behind them was the river. And beyond that... nothing but the sky, or perhaps fog, or mist.
Ixa's right arm dissolved almost fully into mist, but they glared at it and shook their shoulder until it reformed.