Eleven glances off until the man has sunk into the water.

Goddess, immersing himself all at once for the sake of modesty likely hadn't been his best choice. His entire head and neck feel like they're suffused in a layer of sweat. The cold outside the glass windows looks entirely refreshing, rather than chilling.

He exhales a heated breath across the water. "Not specifically. It's feels like there's too much to remember, so it isn't all coming to me at once. But.. the longer I spend with people, the more seems to return to me. Your name will probably come to me in a little while."