[He takes the cloak and pulls it on, crossing his arms to keep it closed tight so he could try and warm back up. It felt strange, pressed against his new wings, but staying warm was more important than being comfortable!]

I can imagine... it was quite the shock waking up with these wings. [Smiles and takes a hesitant step closer so they can share the space under the parasol.] So this place, Luceti... I hope this question doesn't sound odd, but... is this the afterlife?

[Hey look, kindred spirits! Given that his last memory was his own death, the question seemed a good one to ask.]