This is what Kaz has needed to see. Lately he's been hoping it was on their terms, out of both cities and not having to worry about being yanked apart, or having the city force Jesper into enlistment, but this is good.

Better than he knows how to express.

So instead he stands there, his expression soft and content, a lack of tightness around his mouth that very few might remember from that time when he'd walked without a limp and lived as a god. These two might though.

"Of course he will," he says with a nod, glad that Jesper brought it up. He isn't sure if he said it that Mat might not argue with him. Just on principle, because he knew he would.

"Come on. Let's get back there for the time being. Get a drink or something." Hide Mat away before the soldiers or someone tries to change their mind. That kind of or something.

He steps closer though, offering his hand. He's been trying not to turn to his gloves for every day. He doesn't offer many his hands bare though, but again, this is Mat.

"I'm glad you're here."