Tybalt treads air and looks downward, putting the straw back between his lips so he can drink and think. But it's probably lost to time and clouds. "Sorry, man." He really is, and he really sounds it, even as he begins a slow journey upward. It was a valid effort. Everything else did float.

He lands near Aris in a few moments, patting him on the back. "Maybe we'll find it on the way out? And at least it's just a journal, you can get a new one of those in a second, right?"

He isn't actually sure about that, but he makes a point to sound confident.