Apparently the team had finally gotten housing arrangements away from the guild, but Bahamut hadn't been there for the move. He was still at the Tree. Even if Xerneas was there, he was too busy lusting over Diyem not right in the head. Everyone else on the team was focused on all the Darkwhite nonsense. That was fine. They could plan... something. He would keep an eye on things here. Though Bahamut figured the Worldcore needed to be purified first, there was always the possibility something bad could happen to the Tree, too.
Besides, his team... hell, the entirety of Destiny Village probably preferred him to be elsewhere. If not for his demeanor than the fact that he looked like the guy who almost cratered the place.
The mismatched colors in his eyes rippled a bit. Someone was coming. Bahamut concentrated a bit on the signature.
"Decided to take a guard shift, did we?" he said, without turning to face whoever it was. "I'm surprised. You were never a fan of Destiny Village's colder climate, so I thought you'd leap at the chance to go somewhere warmer. Or did your growth spurt make it easier to deal with the cold?"