"Hm,"

As Gyomei ambles his way back towards his temple, the mountains he knew like the back of his hand, he hears soft peals of laughter. Vaguely enough he doesn't remember a family living near this part of the forest. He prays for their safety but he couldn't help but stay for a moment longer, basking in the nostalgia this gives him. Rubbing his palms together in a silent prayer, his eyes are clear yet he faces ahead.