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It was clear that Caiaphas hadn't been expecting him to be startled by her presence for she, too, gave a start when he did, and offered him a strange look that Kjalarr caught but did not capitalize upon it. He didn't want to speak about his monochromacy and that even in the cover of night when he could see the best he would ever be able to see things were still lacking detail at times; and beyond that mostly he'd been entirely zoned out, so very much wrapped up in his thoughts. Her response made the Loðbrok let out a soft snort and a playful roll of his eyes as she literally named what was up. He let out a low chuckle at her literal answer to his choice to inquire about her well being in slang. “I'm pretty sure you've covered everything,” He teased, letting his gaze settle on the path that stretched out what seemed to be endlessly before them.

“but if you are asking about how I'm doing then I'm good.” Better than he'd been in a very long time, at least, and that stood for something. Things were still unsettled and the anger would still linger, but he had came to realize that his family might hate and be disappointed in him but he had done what he needed to do for himself; and if they wished to hold that against him then it was better they were gone from his life. “So, how are you?” He inquired, being more specific this time, letting his gaze touch her as he awaited her response, though he kept his eyes lowered, respectful of her rank and in acknowledgment of his own.