The voice is soft, quiet, and intense as always. But there's the now familiar undercurrent of anxiety to it that marks it as entirely different then the one he knew before. Now, it's got an additional flavor of worry to it, which was of course, entirely foreign to the other voice it reflected.

Legato's approach is quick, taking advantage of his long stride in a way that would almost imply he's afraid that Wolfwood will simply turn and vanish. Perhaps not an entirely unfounded worry either.

"You've been gone," he states, despite it being the obvious truth, then frowns. "Nai and I went to see if you three were alright but you were all gone. We cleaned up but... What happened?"

Oh, he really is worried. Long fingers fidget with the lapels of his coat, smoothing over the bluebells embroidered there in an obvious attempt to self-soothe. He'd only left Nai's side when the other echoes had begun to show up on Arcanus again, when the apparent danger had passed, and now he's anxious to assure himself that the others who's company he likes are intact and well.

Or as well as they can be. Who knew what had happened to them all there.