Being the eldest of the group, Poo had become accustomed to questions from his younger and infinitely curious teammates, ranging from questions about his culture to tidbits of obligatory smalltalk. He had even had Jeff come to him once about a machine the young genius couldn't figure out how to fix, though the prince, unsurprisingly, wasn't of much help.

Sometimes, when the group morale was low, he'd also be there to console them the best he could. He enjoyed it—it reminded him of home, where the villagers would seek condolences from the young prince and he, having the patience and empathy of a sage due to his vigorous training, would gladly oblige. Compared to the trials he had faced on Daalam, boosting the morale of his comrades came easy, and he was grateful to help.

Then, there were some times where Poo was the one who felt like he needed condolences. It didn't happen often, but if the prince happened to think of certain things for too long, his thought process would take a downward spiral, and he'd end up tensing during his meditation, trapped in his swirling mind. He'd worry about what monsters lie ahead, go through different scenarios of him and his teammates dying and try to ignore his twinging heart when he thought of never seeing his home again.

But somehow, whenever he sat in silence with these thoughts, the other three would catch on immediately.

"What'cha thinkin' about?" Ness would ask with a carefree smile, seeming oblivious as ever even as his cheery voice snapped him out of his whirlwind of thoughts.

"Are you alright? Do you have a fever or something?" Paula would worriedly inquire, acting as if he were writhing in pain rather than sitting innocently in silence.

"You're looking more thoughtful than usual…" Jeff would quietly point out, his voice wavering with shyness, though his intuition came from wisdom that far surpassed his young age.

His ears would burn with shame, embarrassed that he had shown weakness to his younger peers, but upon telling the truth to those attentively-listening ears, he would find an unfamiliar satisfaction, a relief only found by confiding in your best friends. If a princely burden was kept squarely on his shoulders back home, it was now shared among four people, feeling light as a feather to he who once carried mountains.