Ordinarily he turned down a handshake regardless of the source. Today, however, he caught Ithacles' hand and shook it firmly. Keep getting arrested. Skandra doubted that was ever going to change, or that he'd ever want it to change. What it was remained what it was, for now and through the rest of his journeys. A small part of him found room to be thankful that it hadn't ended here. The rest of him was just glad that it was over. Glad to move on.
A final clap on the Prince's shoulder.
"Write me a letter sometime," Skandra finally said; his grin had returned. "Can't be a legend if you don't trade letters with other legends, right?"
It would have been polite for, and probably expected of, Ithacles to escort him out of the castle proper. But there was no luncheon with the king to attend. There was no grand debrief to remind Skandra of. There was nothing at all left to talk about for now, except that lingering sense that either more or less people should have died. The current number might have been seven-hundred-odd, but all that really translated to was 'awful'. That meant Skandra would see himself out. And everyone would be all right with it.
He didn't want to spoil the mood. So Skandra started walking.