[center][h3][color=green]Lewa[/color][/h3][/center]

Once the fliers ascended above the canopy to get a lay of the land, the rescue team could start heading in the right direction. Luckily, between the initial duo's copious amount of swerving and backtracking, they hadn't ultimately wandered that far from the village itself, so the return journey was mercifully quick. As much as Lewa cherished his time in nature's beauteous forests, he was happy to leave this one -not to mention the rainfall- behind for now. Maybe they could become better acquainted later, but at the moment he needed to see his duty through. Part of him also hoped, and rather fervently at that, that in the aftermath of the battle, the entity responsible for bringing him and the others here would consider their task fulfilled and see fit to send them back. At the same time though, Lewa couldn't shake a dreadful premonition: that this run of bad luck had only just gotten started.

He and Rayne arrived with the missing villagers without much fanfare. How many poor sufferers had they already rescued from their hamlet's rubble, after all? When a fretful Marcus appeared, though, the unbridled relief and tears of joy he unleashed made everything more than worth it. Lewa just watched, beaming, as the members of the reunited family held one another close. Considering all the death that hung over this place, it was a small and bittersweet victory, but Lewa took pride in it nonetheless. These people deserved the comfort of hope, and to see their faint flickers of hope rewarded.

With that business concluded, the stage was set for the otherworlder's not-so-grand reunion. More or less everyone who'd been spirited away from their homes to that crumbling church were now here, and as the conversation began they could take what little shelter was available. Lewa couldn't get soaked like the others could, what with their permeable outer membranes and abundance of cloth garments, but being inundated in another toa's element didn't exactly thrill him. Breezy treetops, howling cliffs, and the boundless sky were his domain; swimming and getting rained on were better left to Gali. "I wish my toa-sister was here," he murmured. Her wisdom was sorely needed. Thoughtful and empathetic to the point where their brother Onua once asked her if she could read minds, Gali was a moderating voice of reason that could provide clarity even in the most uncertain times. Lewa and the others could really use some clarity right now.

Rayne helped get things started by reiterating the situation, mostly for the benefit of the few new faces who'd appeared since the battle in the village. A number of people from disparate -in some cases, wildly disparate- worlds had all been brought here against their will by forces they didn't know for reasons they didn't fully understand. At least, that was how it seemed. The realization that three of the people here hailed from the same world took Lewa aback. Though, the three did seem to share a common thread. Small, slender, with female voices, and featuring strange, somewhat fanciful clothes and colors compared to the people of this town, who otherwise seemed to be the same species. Maybe everyone from their world was like that? Lewa struggled to see the meaning behind this coincidence. Maybe there was none. It was all quite frustrating.

These creatures were difficult for Lewa to fully read, but it seemed like something bad had happened. Well, didn't that just perfectly encapsulate everything from the moment the otherworlders arrived? He'd tried his best to help, but already the toa felt like he was getting nowhere. No closer to answers, or to the island paradise that needed him so dearly. "I'm hoping for some explanation myself," he chimed in after Youmu, arms crossed. "And also for whatever brought us here to show up, so that we can go back."