Kar would give a small nod, a slight thing as the femme spoke. Yes, he could certainly try to put his well wishes out there. He could pray Annette was with Zen, that his oldest brood was getting along well enough even if they were separate. Kar just felt so helpless, so hopeless lately. Perhaps he was simply trying too hard to do the things he didn’t necessarily need to do. His children had their own lives to lead... He couldn’t act like a mother hen forever.
Kalliope was the stranger’s name. It was pretty, and he’d listen to her explanation. Adventure. He would find a smile tugging at his lips at that. Adventure, wanderlust... Such a thing once claimed him. A time ago, when he traveled with Zanire, before he had met Nalyda, before he had children. Part of him missed those days.
“I don’t think you’re necessarily lost. One can never be lost if they’re adventuring... Just discovering more places that they’re not one hundred percent sure of yet.” Kar would rumble softly. “I once traveled openly when I was in a younger man’s body. They were lovely days... I honestly miss them. It gave a sense of freedom like no other, with nothing to tie you down.” Kar would let out a light laugh.
“...maybe you’re just not ready to settle down yet.”