Gale had only been there for a few days, the transitions of which were slightly disorienting. His world's sky had been a constant gray cloud cover with an ever present rainfall. Never once had he seen the sun, so he had no concept that it could rise or set. A convenient way to gauge the passage of time, since for some reason his ability to track it seemed skewed now.
His time had so far been spent searching for his comrades, none of which could be found and that was troubling him. Just as he'd never seen the sun, he'd never been without his tribe. The though seemed... impossible.
The green haired man found his way to the meager gardens and stood under the sun, holding a leaf in his fingers and looking at it as if he were trying to decipher the nature of it's existence. His mind told him "plant" but that was as far his mind would allow for the moment.