The entire night Joran had thought about the meeting, how she practically treated him like he hadn't even been in the room with the two. Did she really think so lowly of him as to not be willing to talk to him? A little bit of anger had carried over into his sleep, and his dreams hadn't helped him any.

When he had awoken the next morning, he could feel the dream had just been screaming. Solaras and Joran screaming at each other, and it was clear that she didn't see him as anything more than just another solider. So maybe that had something to do with his mood as he entered the ship and noticed her taking the captain's chair. That was fine with him, as he placed his four duffel bags full of gear he could possibly need.

The place they were headed was one of those planets he didn't want to visit, as he hated swampy places. Whatever he wore was going to be completely unusable after this shitty mission, but he knew how important Brendol was to the cause. So he sucked it up as he walked towards the front.

"All good back here." This was completely abnormal with Joran, as he had been one to be boisterous and not hold back in anything he did. This was subdued, as he softly placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "I think I'm going to hangout back here and meditate."

There was a sense of unease inside of him, as he didn't know what to do when it come to ever situation that they were in. He didn't know how to control his powers, and she was suppose to be helping him with that. Thought they both knew he was far too prideful to outright ask her for help, especially after last night.