His shoulders slump in relief when Maine goes ahead, and he feels immediately guilty for feeling that way, and angry too. Angry that he's in this position and seeing everything he knew be turned upside down. He wouldn't want the Meta at his back. But Maine had always had his back. Those two feelings struggle inside him, leave his stomach churning.

He waits for a moment until Maine has got a few steps ahead of him. Thinks about running, about hiding somewhere, like a coward, until he can deal with this, or figure out a way to avoid the problem.

They reach the inn and he waits outside as Maine blocks the doorway. What's he- checking for enemies. Obviously. He steps past him when he finally moves, and goes to find a table, moving quickly and putting his back to the wall.