Sun Mote Copse Sword and shield: gym leader battle theme.

Fig watched her closely as her facial expressions informed him of every emotion she felt at his words. The guilt could've swallowed him whole in that moment were it not for the sudden flare of annoyance he felt over it. This was her fault. She was the one who had left, so what right did she have now to feel bad that he wanted to go talk to Wraen instead of play with her? He had work to do. Just because she had decided to crawl out of the Strath and leave them all behind to suffer didn't mean he had to abandon his own responsibilities so recklessly.

Those thoughts, of course, made him feel worse. So, he merely nodded and looked away. "Yeah, another time," he said stiffly. He glanced back once, teetering on the edge of saying something, either angry or remorseful. Maybe neither. "See you," was all he said in the end as he turned away yet again and strode off, not to seek Wraen anymore, but to seek solitude.