Jasaiah absorbed the information like a sponge. Where to start? Where to even look? If he had an idea of where the place was that Drake had burned to the ground he might be able to get an imprint of time off the land. It wasn't a concrete science or methodology. In fact it wasn't something Jasaiah cared to even try considering he had to use his own energy to reconstitute the land that had been whittled down over the years. As it was there was a small possibility that something had been built over it but he didn't even know how much time had passed since Drake had fled the scene.<br/><br/>"It's a start," he began, frowning when he rubbed his head. He reached out to touch him, but it wasn't his Drake that he was consoling anymore. Jasaiah's frown deepened for a few seconds, but then faded to a neutral expression. He hadn't gotten to know these personalities at all, and handling them was like walking on very, very thin ice. Indeed, this wasn't his most appealing personality, but it was still a part of Drake, and each piece and part of his fragmented mind were his to deal with. It was what he had signed up for. He didn't move to leave, just leaned away and inclined his head. "Do you know what I am?" he asked, since the other could see his tails. This version of Drake had seen him as a human, so it would be interesting to see how perspective he was.