Noticing a frantic wave in his periphery after a few minutes of waiting, Miyaji turned to see Phyra hurrying toward him. As a weak smile appeared on his face, he waved back, but it sooner changed to an expression of concern as the girl collapsed to the ground with a pained demeanor. Though it was sudden, he wasn’t as surprised as one would have been; after the grueling seven days everyone had all endured, it was rather normal to be anything less than utterly fatigued. After slowly pulling himself up, he made his way over to Phyra and took a seat next to her, leaning back with his hands extended behind him. “Well, it’s finally over; I’m gonna have soreness all over for weeks.” Gingerly pressing a hand to his head wound, he let out a raspy cough before staring up at the sky.