[ Once Thoma has retreated from the pyre and fully left the scene, he starts scrambling as fast as he can out of Achamoth. He remembers where the nearest teleportation spot is, which is... not near enough to be honest. Not even remotely. Meaning he has a long way to run, but without a horse or mount, what other choice does he have than to take the long road there?

The important part is that Abel and Himeka are now safe, so he can relax slightly, though he's wary about Estinien losing control and about not being captured himself, desperately hoping he doesn't clash with any more Kenomas on the way out. He's also starting to get exhausted of moving from skirmish to skirmish.

...Fate is not on his side today, as the moment that thought flickers to life inside his head, he runs right into a Kenoma, one he's only ever seen from afar. He swallows thickly, holding his spear in front of himself protectively rather than outright attacking. ]

We don't have to fight, you know. I'm on my way out, and I'm sure you'd like to check in on your comrades and make sure they're okay.

[ She seems like a nice enough lady, so maybe reasoning with her will work. ]