What had Zenoram and Zero done in those two weeks? Such a short time had never felt like such an eternity. Every moment seemed to be painful as their body recuperated. Karn was clingy as usual. No... Rather, he was more clingy than usual. Why?! Well it wasn't like the one in control would really complain. Not about Karn anyway. Though he was growing increasingly upset. [color=violet]"Why... Why won't you just say... Or... Or do something..."[/color] Zenoram spoke to himself as he made his way towards the Guild hall. He was tired, upset. And worst of all, he still hadn't gotten an answer. 

[color=purple]"..."[/color] Nothing. For two weeks this had gone on. Zero didn't reply or speak to him. After they'd gotten back and set up their things in Karn's place Zero kind of went silent. Then it was just Zenoram. Well, him and Karn. But he spent most of his time curled up clutching the jacket made for him under a blanket. At least for the first week and a half. That time was spent recovering. He hated it. The silence in his mind. And that's how time went on until he was good enough to begin to actually help around. Though he generally spent most of his time out, exploring the town and getting food for the home. He missed most visitors. He hadn't even really spoken with anyone else from the guild in that time. Maybe he should have. but he hadn't. Still, today was a new day. It was tim to put those two weeks behind him. Even if Zero wasn't ready yet. 

[color=violet]"Alright... Hopefully, I haven't missed too much."[/color] He sighed to himself as he began to move a bit more quickly, making his way to the guild hall. It wasn't paying much attention until he actually reached the doors. There were more people. A huge gathering. [color=violet]"What did..."[/color] He was really late apparently. He glanced around until he saw Karn. But he was speaking with somebody. So he kind of just, not so stealthily, made his way in shuffling along the wall. The things you miss in this guild were astounding. [color=violet]"Oh man... What is going on?"[/color] It seemed everytime he came there seemed to be some kind of drama or problem. He sighed slipping his hands into the pockets of his jacket. [color=violet]"I should be more open than this... But... What is even going on?"[/color] He mumbled to himself.