After a short perimeter check, Cobra was relieved when he arrived and no one else was at camp yet. He flopped down inside his tent and tried to take a nap, but the flood of thoughts was relentless. Despite his weariness, the best he could manage was simply closing his eyes until he heard the first sounds of life returning.
Disappointment and frustration washed over him when he realized Macbeth wasn't a part of the group returning. Neither was Sorano, for that matter. He overheard Sawyer complaining and Richard yammering on about something or another. Jellal was trying to keep the peace between the two of them, but his head was full of thoughts as well.
As to make a slightly tighter alibi, Cobra left his tent and waited until the rest of them were back, then headed back in a direction just to the west of them. Like he'd been traipsing through the woods before coming back, as to not make them suspicious why they didn't see him before. Although, now that he was thinking about it, wasn't he doing all of this because he was paranoid?
"Oh, you're back," Jellal remarked the minute he was in sight.
Cobra gave a terse nod, waiting for the question of where that sometimes sprang from Jellal's lips. But no such interrogation arrived. He stood around, awkwardly (if only to him) as he debated whether or not to stay inside his tent and wait for Macbeth or go off in the woods to blow off steam when his second problem arrived. Coming up the hill with a bored expression on her face, she yawned as she made her way toward where Jellal was sitting. Before Cobra could flee in either direction, to his surprise, he saw Jellal beckoning him to sit as well.