It takes a bit of spinning around before he finally finds Strange, rapidly speeding up. He has the crown of fire on, just in case, but looking wilted and the ends of his leaves and his voice still comes out in occasional coughs. Plant poison sucks.

"Strange! There you--" And... then he calls him something else entirely.

There's a pause before Syrlya shakes his head and moves to catch up. "I am neither moss nor oak, Strange. It's Syrlya."

He's hallucinating, isn't he. Damn it. "Come, you remember the temple? Let me take you back there."