If Ren is perturbed to hear anything Taako said, he's not much better off. These are definitely some of the saddest words that ever got said, that's just objectively true even if Taako is a little ungrounded from the realities of it. So that's pretty much definitely a no then, on the just...general existence of other people, families? Fuck. That's, that's a lot to take apart on short notice. He winces, just a little, but throws his pack over his shoulders gracelessly to disguise it.

"Yeah, those are pretty good uh, family things. It's not all looting and games, for sure." And that's all he's got to say on it for now, because unlike Lup that is how he lives his life. Too bad they're fresh out of porridge and beds, so looting and games will have to be it for now. What else do families do? Maybe something terrifying will chase them and cement this nascent, placeholder bond. Welcome aboard, Ren. He and Lup probably need to have a talk about this, but it probably won't be a long one.

"I don't think either of us has a hundred year game in the tank right now, homie. How about just til it gets dark?" Their new urchin doesn't have darkvision, probably. What a shame. He orients himself toward the exit of the ruins, but waits for his companions to collect themselves. Waits for Lup to take the lead, while he has eyes and ears for any followers. Casa de Trust No One, here they come. "Then you can have some dinner, if you want."