He catches up fairly easily-- it's still odd, feeling exertion, being much more connected to this body than his previous construct. But it's not impossible for him to keep pace, thinking along at Prompto's instructions. Alright, so it follows what the odd dream had said to him, before he woke up. Weird that he remembered that so well. He'll have to file that away for later.

Regardless, once they reach the pool he nods, looking carefully at the flowers and water. "Would a name work, perhaps? The name of another... island, I suppose?" He's familiar with this kind of transportation, the idea of imagining a space and being there. But if his portals won't work, this one will have to do. "Is there some sort of main island?"