Keeping his eyes fixed on the woman as she moved to sit down, Ciaran made a small sound of consideration. It seemed as though she knew these lands, these waters, and while he didn't think her words were untrue, he also didn't get the sense that she would be too bothered if the river were to sweep him away. In that respect, they were of the same mind. "I guess we'll find out then," he said, flashing her an almost daring smile as he moved his arms through the water and felt the push and pull of the current around him. It was relaxing, grounding, and he realised that it had been far too long since he had allowed himself the luxury of spending time in the water that he had been born from.
Ciaran had spent most of his time amongst humans eagerly obtaining knowledge on a range of random subjects, including many tomes on the history of Ancient Egypt. From his reading, he knew what the Duat was and so he knew what the stranger was asking. In spite of the sun beating down upon them, Ciaran's face paled as the thoughts that he so often pushed to the back of his mind forced their way to the forefront, long ago images of jaunty jazz tunes and narrowly avoiding furniture whilst dancing around, of the bluest eyes crinkling at the corners in a laugh, of breathless kisses and loving hands and muttered promises and sentiments.
"Yes," Ciaran replied, blinking himself back into reality with a frown. "I wouldn't be unhappy to die if I could find him again. Though I'm not tempting fate, I wouldn't put up a fight if death came calling."