Kutur shied away from Kali's touch. He was home now, with his own people, but some foreign habits he cannot shake. He remembered embracing everyone he met, the moment he reached the magical academy. That turned out to be rather unnerving to the human folk that the archmage had to explain to him the cultural differences. Now he felt those differences, but on the other end. It felt strange, being so different and yet so alike.

"I suppose," he squeaked, slowly trying to maneuver Kali's hand off of his shoulder short of brushing it off.