Kutur wandered the streets of Xigyll in a half daze, looking around in confusion and curiosity. The city had been under constant expansion since it was founded, but he never expected it to be this quick. Multiple buildings were raised in a matter of hours, and huts stretched all the way to the city walls, and perhaps have flooded over as well. For the first time, he found himself slightly lost, as he went down new street after new street, unable to find where the road meets the gate and he can escape all this activity and bustle. 

He nearly stumbled when he felt two arms wrap around him, and a pour of words with a familiar voice filled his ears. He didn't catch a thing she said, but it was . . . nice, he supposed, to receive a warm welcome home. It felt strange, though, to level his head to see another. He spent his stay in Constantsea much the way he spent his years of study, craning his head upwards at everybody he encountered for so long he became used to it. Now his neck hurt, and he wanted to go back to his books. 

"I . . . uhh . . . I hope so too," he said, nervously. Kali had stopped talking, and it looked like she expected a response from him. He had become so wrapped up in his own thoughts, as he tended to do, that he completely missed whatever it was she said.