[center][h3][color=green]Lewa[/color][/h3][/center]

Once the makeshift team's mad scramble against the monstrous centipedes finally came to an end, Lewa and the others could retrace their steps to Aventon with a spring in their step. Of course, Remilia's injury made it difficult to take pride in their victory with neither worry nor caveat, but they'd still successfully weeded out the root cause of the disturbance in the region, as far as any of them could tell. With the invasive arthropods exterminated, the forest and all its creatures could settle back into their usual rhythms. Now once more without challenge as the majestic rulers of the woodlands, the earthmane boars could spend their days peaceably rooting around through the underbrush, growing big and strong, their presence a strong deterrent against future marauders.

Despite his contribution to the team's accomplishment, however, Lewa did not find peace. Although he really did sympathize with the poor villagers and their plight, this mission had ultimately been little more than an altruistic way to pass the time while he waited to be sent back home. As the hours turned into days, however, the toa grew restless, eventually becoming distraught. Only six heroic guardians stood between Mata Nui and its enemies, after all, and even if the Bohrok Swarms didn't endanger Matoran all across the island, Le-wahi itself depended on its protector. Without Lewa, Le-koro and all its inhabitants were in grave danger. Even if his brothers and sister toa volunteered to pick up the slack, that meant more risk to their own lands, and travel would become a massive time-sink. Such a situation could not be allowed to stand; he needed to return from whence he came at all costs.

During the days that his fellow otherworlders spent in Aventon, Lewa ranged further and further afield, as if the lands beyond might reveal a way back home. He barely showed up in the village, returning from his expeditions for just an hour or two at a time (usually to check in with Millie and her caretaker Anne) before venturing off in a new direction. When the others did happen to catch a glimpse of him, they found him neither amicable nor cheerful. Instead he seemed desperate, beside himself with worry and helpless, frustrated energy. His final journey lasted almost thirty hours, and when he returned at last, the toa of air looked defeated.

Given how little time Lewa spent back at Aventon, it was rather lucky that he happened to be around when the merchant caravan arrived. The disturbance piqued his interest initially, but when he realized that the newcomers came to trade and nothing more, his curiosity dwindled. Still, he put off his next solitary departure for now. By this point, it seemed like whatever divine power that possessed Millie had forsaken her completely. Maybe giving up on her and joining the caravan to seek his abductor elsewhere would be the better option.