The Neo-Nephalem, as they'd started calling themselves, wavered between interacting with their new ally, and giving him a wide berth.
The Necromancer duo are the first, of course. After his appearance, they follow their ancient lord around like ducklings, watching his spellwork and simply listening to what he has to say. Rathma doesn't seem to know what to do about it, and Tyrael finds it delightful in a macabre way. The other Neo-Nephalem are wary.
Eirena is the next, her heart terribly homesick for her past. Rathma mentions he'd awoken during that time period (although briefly, by his standards) and they spend hours discussing and writing down little cultural things from memory. The others discover this when they try recreating some old Kahjistani dish, and it very nearly explodes on them. Food during the Mage Clan Wars was often made with magic, which could lead to very unique tastes, and very big disasters if cooked wrong.
They bring Myriam in on it the next time, and it goes much smoother.
The Crusader dubiously tries to keep her distance. Black magic makes her wary, but even she can't help but be curious. She watches from afar, and Tyrael finds himself gently encouraging her forward. (His excuse being that, well, Rathma was a studious type who alluded to collecting books over the years, perhaps he'd found some Crusader tomes?) That particular reasoning has both Crusader, Templar, Lorath, and even their Wizard pestering the ancient about his studies, and Rathma squinting over at Tyrael in a way that he can't quite interpret.
Rathma off-handedly mentions how much of "pig-headed ox" Bul-Kathos was, and instantly has the resident Barbarian's undivided attention. They wander off somewhere private, and Tyrael later learns they'd been discussing and conducting old tribal ceremonies of grieving and death.
Tyrael overhears the discussion between Rathma and their arbalist duo by mistake. He's about to walk away when he hears his brother's name mentioned.
Given how much disdain Rathma seemed to hold for his parents Tyrael would not have suspected him of comforting someone who had lost theirs. But evidently, that's what's happening. The unlikely trio are perched high up on one side of the broken cathedral, talking softly. Tyrael leaves them to it.
He supposes he should be happy that there is at least something positive happening in Westmarch. He can't help but feel left out though.