Guts doesn't answer the question right away, feeling no obligation to really divulge what he was feeling. He had learned, a bit, how to use kinder and softer words while in the village. So, he thinks of something less abrasive than usual.

"I'll remember you."

How could he not? But that seems about the extent of what he felt comfortable promising. He couldn't promise to miss them once he buries himself back in his old, familiar life. He couldn't promise to return or cross paths again. It felt dishonest to do so.

Though, he's pretty sure he will miss the bath house and the plentiful food and play fights with no money or skin on the line. The quiet leisure with the strange women that found themselves settling down at the far end of the world.

It was certainly memorable, if nothing else.