[He can't say he's not deeply suspicious of this world and its powers still, or that he's not displeased to be here, but the people, at least, are not the enemy, and for the moment being there seems to be little to do than just roll with it.
...As much as you can while still being very "???" about suddenly having been decked out in a (medieval-looking, very Elvish) nightshirt. He walks up to someone sitting by one of the campfires, smiling companionably.]
May I join you? This seems to me a scene best shared. [Creepy as it still is that a world like this can create such a lovely-looking celebration. Might as well make the most of it?]