Roman was still mentally exhausted and pained from his journey back home from the Typhoon, and although he no longer had injuries due to the body that he was now in, the canine could still feel the pain sometimes, still felt the need to carefully judge his steps in case his paws would crack open and bleed once more, and that scared him. What scared the shiba inu more, though, at this point in time, was the unknown of others; who they were, what they wanted, why they were here. It was a bunch of stuff that he could easily ask someone, but the last time that had happened - or, rather, he had gotten close to asking that - the other had captured him and tortured him days in and out, leaving him to almost die before escaping, forcing to face one of his biggest fears - and one does not always get over those fears once they have been faced.

Padding carefully over towards the others, Roman would look the borzoi up and down for a moment, remembering a time when he had a body such as that one, though short lived it was, before offering a smile as he sat down next to Imperia. Though at this point in time he had been gone for a while, he still considered her a friend, and hoped that she thought of him as the same.