"Another time then." He would give a small nod as she climbed into the Vysaga. Truly he did want to help her find some semblance of family. Because at least she had that much. He wasn't so fortunate, not anymore. Sighing softly, he'd lean back on the leg of Granveil. They were still awaiting arrival in Moscow, so he had little more to do now than wait. Still...he couldn't shake some strange feeling down in his core. Something that felt...almost tingly? He could not say for certain what it was, yet he knew that it was a good feeling.