Ororo was distant during their travel back. The cold did not have the same affect on her as it did the others and so, while the team took to the fire, she settled herself in the back, not out of reach, but far enough that no one dared to disturb her. It was difficult for those who knew her to place exactly what the woman was feeling. She did not look sad, nor was she angry, she simply appeared focused, lost in her own thoughts. While the occasional question about the events of the Citadel were directed towards Scott, not firm answers came. The team had to be content with having succeeded.
She was grateful to return to familiar ground and felt much stronger as they reached the village. Ororo had offered small smiles as they were greeted, but was quick to remove herself from the celebrations. She did not feel that she deserved the honor.
Scott's arrival was not unexpected, though she had hoped for one moment longer to gather herself. Ororo offered sage council to all her teammates, but she rarely sought it from others. Her pride was a heavy burden. "I have recovered most of my strength," she answered, meeting his gaze. "You seem to have regained yours as well. The fall was..." she trailed off, glancing downwards. "It should not have happened. I am sorry."