The reason are as uncomplicated as any reason can ever be with him. Kell had finally made one decision that isn't selfish. And he hates it. He'd do it again given second chance, but he still hates it. So that's all there is to him being all quiet and sulking all the way to the camp.

Maybe not all. He really has pay attention to the road. It's trickier this way round. When he left it, he didn't have any particular direction on his mind. He said he's going to get more firewood, but honestly, he was there to walk off his irritation. That's why retracing his steps turned to be so difficult.

It's only when they finally reach their destination it dawns on him that he didn't even thank Kyle and Lucifer. Whatever reasons they had to argue, they stopped the moment they found him. The fact they were there in the first place. He never had people who'd fight for him like that. He might have hated it every time that Lucifer called him and Wilhelm kids. Now, he's not angry about it anymore.

Kell shrugs in Kyle's borrowed coat. He stops, turns around to look at both of them, and smiles. He's shitty at being grateful, but well, here's an attempt.

"Thank you for coming for me."