Ilya nodded. "Thank you," he replied, in the same language. He was far from fluent, especially after so many years, but he knew enough to get by. "I haven't heard anyone speak Roma in many years." Since his mother died, to be exact.
He shifted, almost awkwardly. "I should get back to Kris." In truth, though he was pleased to meet his father, and eager to get to know Malakai, he needed a little time and space to digest things. Still, to show that he was grateful and thankful, and any number of other things, he put his arms out in a universal invitation for a hug.