Zephyr pretended to search around while maintaining a look of vigilance on his face and muttered to himself.
"Whoever moved me from my original spot likely had the chance to attack me, but they didn't, which means that they have no enmity towards me for now at the very least…"
"But I can't be sure… I need to find the other party before I can make a proper assumption, and for that I would need to know who moved me and where they went afterwards…"
While muttering to himself, Zephyr used his wind affinity to make the torch float around him so that he wouldn't need to keep holding it with his hands.
This way, both his arms would remain free, and in case of a sudden ambush, he could use both his arms to counterattack.
For a martial artist like him, his body was his greatest weapon, and keeping it free from shackles and combat-ready at all times was his primary duty as a martial artist.
