He comes over to join him, sitting on the edge of the bed side-saddle, one leg curled up and bearing most of his weight.

"Still feel kinda bad. Planned on askin' you some questions but I think Mito just wanted to look out for ya. Didn't want me to turn out to be a fairweather friend of some sort, but I don't think there's nothin' fair about me, just 'weathered'. But I did learn what a piece of shit Madara was... at least up until your brother had to finally kill him. Which must have taken a big ol' hunk out of his heart."

He frowns some, mostly to himself. It's a rich and troubled history they have. He remembers Wuxian speaking with the tribesfolk in their last legitimate mission. He remembers not understanding what it was like to lose a home. It's an error in understanding he regrets even now, only able to liken it in his mind to wanting to be a part of the Ravager council again and how badly he did actually want to respect those rules even if he failed at the most important one. He recognizes he's stunted in that regard.

"At least it wasn't just one guy tryna fix it all. Sounds like y'all were. Just sometimes things went all sideways. You're doin' 'em proud."