Ehno was pleased to find that the Latin woman remembered him as well, as evidenced by the smile that lit up her feature as he approached. The Italian man's faced was brightened by a smile of his own as she scrambled to her feet. He hadn't known what to expect to find here at the borders, but he was always happy to see a familiar face. He stopped a short distance away from the group, eyes idly counting their numbers.
Krystalle's explanation of having to move matched up with his initial assumption. Amber gaze drifted to the musician, Mars, as he was mentioned. The father of the two squirming pups, it seemed. Her phrasing left the Marino wondering about her own connection to the youngsters. The flash of irritation that crossed her features declared that she wasn't too fond of them. Perhaps it had been a stressful journey? Regardless, Ehno refrained from commenting on the subject for now.
"Oh? Things not working out for you in Cercatori?" he asked. He was unaware that they had departed from there some time ago, and he had not encountered a Dahlian in so long that he had all but forgotton the scent of the flower pack. "Well, I'm sure you'd all be welcome to join us here, if you're in need of a home," he continued, gaze drifting between the woman and the musician. He hoped that there was no dark reasoning behind their sudden need to move, though he doubted it.