Kistal led Nix and the little tinker imp to the inn. Despite his injury and anger, his expression softened as he saw a familiar face at the inn. He stopped in front of Elena and ruffled the top of her hood, and by extension, her hair. "Hey there, Elena. I didn't expect to see you way out here. Is everything alright back at base? Did something happen?" He flexed his fingers on the injured arm, testing the pain. It still hadn't fully hit him yet, so he could stand a little more time before seeking medical attention. It only smarted thus far.

As much as most of the others probably considered him relatively unapproachable, he normally was much less so. Things had just been the worst possible brew for his ideology and soft spots. Now, Elren was here and he had to keep an eye on her to make sure she stayed safe. It seemed he had become the caretaker of a few of the group now, so he had to work harder. Luckily, he never slept and could fight and eat, so he was confident he could keep them safe and happy if he had the means.