Ramad's expression melts to something a bit... softer, somehow? It's more guarded than it has been the past few moments, if only because those moments have been entirely raw, but there's a good humor there that Kai's seen glimpses of before, hints of a face that used to smile more openly trying to come back to life. He knows that this is crazy, that he's probably crazy, that Kai would be crazy for letting him come with them,

"I suppose I should say that you need me because you're all terrible liars, whether you outplayed me or not," it's a joke, but he's also deadly serious as he rises slowly to his feet to come around to Kai's side of the fire. He moves slowly, hands slightly out at his sides, as non-threatening as he knows how to make himself, until he can, also very slowly and carefully, sit next to Kai, instead.

There are other ways to make this point, less dangerous ones even, but sometimes actions speak louder than words,

"But I know that's not enough," he contemplates what he's about to do before he does it, not because he's afraid, but because he wants to make sure he's serious. And then he holds his hand out to Kai, palm up, close enough to make it child's play to grab it. "I'm not asking you to trust me," he repeats, "Keep me where you can see me, I will understand. But I trust you."