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"Return home," Miorie had said. What a strange word. Was Ma'el still home? Joph hadn't been there in years, and the fact that one he barely met would refer to it as his home after so long was strange. He almost said something-- Almost. Perhaps it wouldn't be wise to thank her just yet, especially considering the current proceedings. Joph felt as though he was welcome, a strange sensation. He wasn't sure he felt it before.

Joph's eyebrows shot up in surprise as Anira reacted violently to the new stranger's presence. He opened his mouth to speak, but he could not think of what to say. Instead, he worked his jaw a little, fidgeting slightly. He wasn't sure what to make of the stranger, and this made him weary. He looked at Miorie, somewhat confused, jaw still slightly agape.

More than anything, he was confused at Anira's sudden change in demeanor. She went from stoic and almost cold to fiery with the arrival of one character. This set him a little on-edge. What had the woman done? She didn't seem too vile when he had shown them out of the woods, but then again, he hadn't seen them for very long.

Joph felt his head beginning to pound. He was worrying too much about the group, about the mission, about everything. He couldn't help but feel the headache as it tried to stealthily make its way into his head. The lack of sleep didn't help, nor did his injuries. He brought a hand up to rub at the bridge of his nose with two pinched fingers.

Giving up on the puzzle, he sighed and crossed his arms, unwilling to speak up lest he cause some sort of bad blood.