Kit is still mashing out the remnants of the cigarette's burning ember when Yato comes ambling up to him with what he can only guess is a weird yimo. (They definitely don't have phones in Thedas.) He pauses, toe still held in a point, and cuts his eyes between Yato and the phone. In his arms, the bibiru seems sure enough of its safety to lean its little head out a bit to sniff in Yato's direction.

"I want to get a picture for a friend back home."

"Uh. Sure," he replies dubiously. A beat, before he adds, "I didn't know we could communicate with our home worlds from here." Absently, he reaches for the sending crystal he still wears around his neck out of sheer force of habit.