He does want to try walking, without help. A leg forward, knee bent stiffly, but held - attention between the effort and listen to Adam speak, and only after does he put his foot properly down against the sand. Wet, cold; it's like mush between the gaps of his toes.

The second step is just as awkwardly taken. "What's it like?"

He settles for that question, though there aren't many - not many at all - yet formed in his head. He wants the sound of the conversation, to hear his own voice as well, or to test his throat and tongue. And this place, it was the one he felt a calling to.

Knowing about it - and knowing about a place - would be a good first.