The knife is definitely not missed, but Ed just huffs and comes to a stop where he is. At least the guy isn't having a damn conniption about his horns or something.

"Eh, I don't remember dying recently, so that's something." He shrugs, tail flicking back and forth. "Been looking around for a while, but I haven't seen anything useful yet. Just a whole lot of sand and trees."

Edward pauses for a moment then, debating. The whole place does feel like a dream, the hows and whys of 'before here' vague and hazy. But he's been displaced before, and caution won't have any consequence other than feeling stupid as hell when he wakes up. "You don't happen to remember hopping on a boat to get shipwrecked in the first place, do you?"