Though Firo'd hinted enough to his staff that he didn't particularly want help, they still did their jobs. And he supposed he had to be grateful for it--it was kind, perhaps, and now he had stuff to pass on.

Inside the shelter, he nearly jumped to hear a human voice break through the quiet village. But it was a familiar voice and he actually smiled to hear it as he came out.

"Hey! I was worried I wouldn't find you."

Firo, on the other hand, was at least somewhat easy to find thanks to the huge beacon over his head. It was part of the reason he'd been wandering on his own at points, afraid to bring the hunt to his friends. But he'd promised Phil help and he didn't intend to go back on his word.