Valken was floating in a void of darkness, he was no-where but still present at the same time. Here, he could simply have peace and quiet without the distractions like the heartbeats of near by living things, the pull and push of other people's auras, or the sound of breathing lungs and noisy footsteps. Here, he could meditate and time did not matter. 
After what seemed like a while, Valken's ears became better and it seemed as though he would be able to function again. So he simply found where he hid his still open portal ring and came out about 100 yards away from where the main group was. He didn't mind or care and truthfully he was hardly in a rush to get to them. As he walked slowly, he started to wonder what he was to these group of people and much like his whole childhood he returned to the question of whether he even belonged to them. They purposely tested his rage and talked endlessly about things that had little to no value to him. He supposed in a way, there was barely any thing he could relate to them other than primal needs like food, sleep and reproduction.