Tunde spent the night within the training chamber, first to help Miria get accustomed to his aura and presence, both he tried his best to tone down. The other reason was for his meditation, allowing himself to sink deep into his previous battles, shutting out all external noise, even Miria as she trained within the chamber.
Time meant nothing to him in those moments, his train of thought geared towards his goals. The question had caught him off guard: what did he really want?
Returning back to his homeland was a goal that was far out of reach currently, which was the same as the secrets Ifa had, withholding it from him simply for not being strong enough yet. His only viable goal right now was to get stronger, advance, see himself break free of the shackles of the Highlord on him.