It felt... Proginoskes stopped to think about what he was going to say. It hadn't felt long, to him, after all. It probably would've felt like a long time for Jesse. It felt like I was gone for a long time - for humans. Years, maybe.
He puffed out another little cloud of smoke, an absent mirroring of Jesse's cigarette. A few weeks, I think. I've been looking for you and re-learning the City. When I first appeared, I met a man named Harry Dresden, a wizard, but he said he didn't know you. After that, he waved a few wings vaguely, I searched this way.