Rhea'li rolls his eyes, but his lip still curls up in a wry smile. As far as body jackings go, this one was fairly benign. What is a little walking down memory lane where his own personal growth over the years changed his perception of the events that felt so painful at the time? The experience has the slight pull of weariness dogging his movements, but he pushes that aside for now. There are things they must do. He can keep going; he's been through much worse.

"Fortune have it that I had both of you to look out for me."

His gaze flickers to the forest, where he cannot see any more spirits in their vicinity. Time is a little difficult to discern in the Western Paradise, but he suspects it is getting quite late.

"Shall we return and send the spirits with us on, then? I'm certain there will be plenty more for us to find in the morrow."