[He, similarly, was home one moment and here the next, though he isn't inclined to share that.]

Anemo... vision? [Confusion then melts into sarcasm as he remarks,] The only vision I have comes from my eyes.

[On the topic of magic, while it's true that Ain possesses some minor level of wind manipulation, the fact that the gust is currently avoiding him is beyond his understanding. Ain wordlessly climbs over a fallen pillar in the entryway, contemplating the hows and the whys of it, though he does pause and turns to offer a hand to Xingqiu to help him over.]

To be truthful with you, I don't know. The winds avoiding me like that only started happening here. [He shakes his head, then smiles politely.] I chalked it up to my own magic acting out of turn for lack of a better explanation.

[It's not the best one, because Ain would normally feel his magic acting up, but it's what he has. With a sigh, he turns his attention to the people mingling within the ruin proper. Maybe one of them knows what's going on? How they both could have simply ended up here? Why the winds are acting strangely? Or perhaps they're equally as lost.]