Obviously he was only a variable part of the equation. Meaning, that even if he said no, it would be too late to turn the tag along bugger away. With a heavy sigh and a shrug of his shoulders he looked to the spunky red-head as if to find some fault in her stance, some weakness he could expose to get her to change her mind. Even though three was a mighty nice number, and the violin playing mute wouldn’t do much harm to either one of them, there was something which was a tiny bit perturbing about Mime’s demeanor. It was that nagging feeling.
But then his attention was snagged by a comment, a fumble even that Karuka made
"Th' vendor's only on th' other side o' th' square an' round th' cor." She tilted her head and looked at him. "Well...'twould appear tha' y' were walkin' much farther than tha' wee bi'...didja get los', Nic?"
It was almost cute as she played innocent, then looked for his response dealing with his own safety. They both knew he had no sense of direction, when it came to small cities at least, and lost wasn’t the half of it.
“I looked everywhere for you, high and low, this was the last place I came, and I would have been a bit longer had it not have been for the violin playing.”
He huffed, folding his arms across his chest, looking to the city gates for some sort of reprisal to the questions that swarmed through his head. It wasn’t the fact that she disappeared that got him worried, well yes it was, but it was more than that. Karuka was new to the land, and her presence had been more than an uplift since his own birth to the outside world, as a friend and rather interesting traveling partner.
“And yes, your friend can tarry with us.”
So he had to do what made her happy, it felt he owed her that much for being his friend.