Snow nodded softly upon returning, and hearing that Gabranth would be heading to the palace. Smiling, he patted his friend's shoulder, "Don't mention me unless asked, hmm? I do not wish to be a stigma, after all." his smile was, perhaps, too casual after that statement, but then he turned to Citan and nodded smoothly, "How about I take you back to your home, then? I don't have any pressing business now that I have my bread. The stew is saved!" he grinned boyishly, and nodded down the street.

"Wouldn't want that 'Rogue Judge' fellow taking you down on the way. Even with a sword, an armful of groceries isn't going to help, huh?"