"Don't have anything to tell them, do I?" he groused, slouching back against the log he was sitting against. He hadn't meant to throw it, really, but he didn't much feel like apologizing. He crossed his arms over his chest. "'Still alive, not sure when I'll be back, please send guide to edible fungi.' I think I'd rather just listen in." Even though it was frustrating to be reminded of everything he was missing, it still felt like a connection to home.