"Oh." Ganymede's voice was genuinely worried. It was hard not to feel bad. "You're right. My parents...haven't tried to contact me yet." he shrugged. "I'm not sure if they know I'm gone, actually. It's okay, though." Ganymede smiled, and let Ogma take the basket from him, kitten and all.

"Danke." he chimed, giving him something of a half-hug, not meaning anything by it. After all, it was sort of what Ganymede did.