The trip back and the quality time have unrattled Popp enough for him to give a wave and a quick greeting to anyone else sheltering in Themis' household. His face is still red and blotchy from all the crying, but he sounds overall upbeat... which is in large part a front that he's putting up, this was an upsetting experience that isn't over. He's quick about hanging up his snow-covered cloak and heading upstairs with his current teacher, where he makes himself right at home. Even if there's an actual chair, he's taking the edge of the bed.

"Ahh... you know, this is actually a pretty ritzy living situation. Master Avan liked camping outdoors, and Old Matoriv had this creepy cave out by the whirlpools... I'm pretty sure you saw Avan, I was with him a long time, but uh... I've had a few teachers."

In the absence of the cloak and presence of warmth, his wings flicker out and wrap around his shoulders for comfort.