He recognizes where he is almost instantly, so he knows whatever he sees while here is vastly, terribly important. But even if he didn't the sight of those eggs would have yanked at his parental instincts like a fishhook. In fact, he was already moving towards them even before he returns to the goddesses home.

He squeezes her hands, a fire in his chest.

"How much time do I have?" His every instinct drives him to rush out the door as soon as he wakes, but even he can't carry that many eggs alone.