Flynn grinned at the sight of Trex coming through the door and striding over to their table. The man seemed well, which was all that any of them could hope for after the war. He'd been keeping up with the lists and names but John Does had always worried him. However, he was here with all of his limbs, greeting them all again. Flynn chuckled a little as Trex patted him on the back and gave a small wave before the man turned his attention to the others. The conversation was light and joyful, everyone was glad to be back... He couldn't help but feel a small feeling of dread at the mention of Zelia. Letters from her had been sporadic through out the war. She'd been running all over the place apparently, acting as a bit of a nurse. Seven hadn't been too kind with the infirmaries, so she had gone to assist both with healing and defending and her magic had helped with all of that.

Flynn gave Trex a small smile, "Absence truly does make the heart grow fonder..." His voice trailed off, failing to keep the jubilant tone from moments before. He shook his head, "I haven't heard from her in a while... She stopped sending letters and the last we heard was she was getting pretty close to the border..." He held Trex's gaze for a moment, "That being said she get distracted in her work and sending letters back is difficult... especially when she doesn't know exactly where we are... I'm sure she's just making her way back but helping everyone along the way... A lot of devastation that she'll want to heal."

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Zelia sat with her head between her knees, her fingers wrapped around the collar that was stuck around her neck. She didn't know how long she had been there, how long it had been since she had eaten or seen daylight. She didn't know if the war had ended or if the world above had been destroyed. Her hands were raw and bloodied from clawing at the walls in a desperate attempt to leave this place. She didn't even really know how or why she was here...

At the sound of footsteps Zelia's head shot up. She grabbed a nearby rock before she struggled to her feet. She was weaker than she once was and she'd be lying if she didn't say that she hoped it was food coming to her. However, that was not the figure that came into view. Rather, it was the last person on earth that she had ever wanted to see again. At the sound of his voice escaping his lips, she tossed the rock at him. It was weak and barely would have hurt but she wanted to hit him. She was smart though, without her magic she would be overpowered easily... She stared at him, "I can't say that the feeling is mutual," Her voice was cold as she leaned back against the wall and slid to the ground, "I think I'm just about as happy to see you as I am to be here."

She pointed to the far end of the small room, "If you have to be here... sit over there."