[ two things, he's noticed. one— the obvious: they're trapped in this land and have been told their own is destroyed (where has he seen that happen before), and two— both mithrun and laios have absolutely no idea what happened with the golden kingdom. the only solution kabru can come up with, is that the conclusion to their dungeon saga was erased, and they're still— somewhere around that fateful, final confrontation. mithrun's still grumpy with him for the whole ordeal, and it seems that laios is— well. laios is laios.

he's not unfond of the guy now, though— kabru's judgement, though wavering and unsure, had been proven right in the end. their king has shown himself to be good in the oldest convention of the word. a real king; a storybook king. he'd grudgingly begun to respect him.

he quickly removes his hand from laios' shoulder, looking at the taller man with a vaguely exasperated expression (he's pointedly ignoring that hideous dog thing— he knows about the DTF's, but having learned that they're projections, he's boycotting all of the monstrous ones). is he— really going to have to bring everyone back up to speed, here? but at the same time, his expression softens, and there's a relieved smile for laios. ]

Yes, I just arrived. Have you seen anyone else? Did anyone else survive? [ he pauses, a hand reaching up to ruffle the dark hair at the back of his neck. ]

I'm sorry about your sister. And Marcille. I know how close you all were.