Kyle stuffs as much of the garish yellow silk as he can in his backpack and Arco's saddlebags, along with the precious bundles of nuts and berries. It is hard to tell whether the Halfling is busying himself to escape uncomfortable thoughts or if he is simply eager to leave the strange Elven settlement.
Once the group is ready to take their leave and begins heading towards the forest, the petite cleric pauses, watching as Naomi's gaze lingers upon the village. The sudden gust of wind catches Kyle unprepared, sending a chill down his spine. Tightening the loose collar of his robe, he addresses the white-haired caster.
“We are not turning our backs on these people, if that is what you are thinking. Our paths simply diverge at this moment, yet I am confident that – our Ladies willing – we shall have a chance to return under more auspicious circumstances.” The words are spoken softly, confidently, as he observes Naomi. After a pause, he adds, turning to glance at the rest of the party where the Elves are in the lead to take them into the woods. “We should not dally. The shadows grow long and our destination is a fair walk away.”