[Prompto groans and grunts a couple times as they get back from the shoreline, but while he's a whiner by nature, he can't in good conscience complain too much when the girl--Charlie, that's a cute name--is doing him such a huge favor. At least, being conscious, he can do his best to help a little, pushing himself up over obstacles when he can.

At the question, he huffs a laugh, a little bitter and very tired.]

I don't even know where we are. Last I remember, I wasn't anywhere near the ocean. And the sun wasn't out. Or... I guess it was out.

[That's not cryptic.]

So you're lost here, too, then?