The following week of travel passed in silent contemplation for Kitt. Like Talin, for once, he did not mind the silence. These days he was finding it harder and harder to be his old cheerful self. It felt like less than a year ago he had been a foolish child; and that was because technically it had been, and yet in that time he felt like he had aged so much, not only physically because of the ranger ritual but in ways he could not even describe in his everyday thoughts.
It was so that when Talin grabbed a terrified-looking peasant Kitt barely looked up in surprise. Instead he sighed and walked past the two and knelt down beside the son in question, glancing up as the child's mother fearfully clenched the boys shoulders. Kitt ignored her and instead spoke directly to the young boy. It was with a small feeling of nostalgia that Kitt realised the child must be around the same age he had been when he had joined the group.
"Hey kid..." the boy looked into Kitt's eyes with a worried look. Kitt reached into his bag and rummaged about, grinning he pulled out a sling and pouch of stones, made for hunting, and held it out for the boy to take "Here, I used to have a lot of fun with this when I was your age... I have no need for it now though." The child reached out and took the sling, his mother looking down disapprovingly as she clutched him all the more closer and away from Talin. Kitt stood again and sighed, one hand resting on the pommel of his sword as he walked back to the group, pulling his hood further down so he needn't look any of them in the eye.