Kismet would glance back to his brother who kept a little more distance and quietly stood. He'd certainly taken to caring for Soren during their stay here and it seemed that just because Sarak had arrived the habit wasn't going to stop for either of them. Mismatched eyes would flick back towards Sarak who clearly expressed more joy than either of the currently confused boys, apologising for the length of time. Truth be told the pair of them had wanted an instant rescue and the longer it went on, the more it seemed that there would be no mission to save them at all. Soren had given up the hope first, and all Kismet could do was continue to be there for him.
The explanation was astounding though, Kismet could hardly believe his ears. They were free, just like that? There was a part of him that wondered how it had taken so long if they were truly allowed to just walk off the borders now and never have the fear of Glaciem chasing them down though too pleased with the news he wouldn't bother to question it at all. He was going home! Or was he? He definitely needed to see Warja first and there was still that longing to explore, could he really leave Soren behind though, even if it was in Valhalla?
"That sounds good to me. Come on Soren, let's go." He didn't bother to gloat that his faith in Valhalla had been right, that they still had a place in the world beyond each other's side. The situation certainly didn't call for it nor did Kismet want to boast either, there was no pride in the matter he'd been right simply pleasure that those wishes had finally come true and that they were at last free once more.
He'd move of to follow Sarak now, a small smile crossing his lips at the man's comment. Indeed the pair had certainly grown, the last time he'd seen Sarak Kismet had been able to look up to him and now it was the opposite. The size gap was a little smaller with Soren but neither were little boys anymore.
Once they'd travelled a little more from the borders, Kismet cast his gaze towards the east. Flicking his gaze back to them he knew that they could talk more now, and he had to tell them both before he got any further. "I can't go home. At least not just yet. I've got to go see someone." His tone suggested that there would certainly be persuading him any differently. He had to let Warja know that he was ok and free.
