[At the the brief touch, Mikazuki is caught off guard. His saniwa tends to prefer the omniscient, hands off approach such that the citadel is often left wondering about his true intentions.

There can be no mistaking this gesture however. They were lost. Quite possibly alone. They would cling to whatever connection was left to their home, however tenuous. He considers taking the saniwa's hand in his own, but before he can commit, it's gone.

Instead, he slips into the shadow of the young man, only a step behind as he follows him out. ]

It would be best if we could find them before arriving at our final destination.

[He's musing mostly to himself, but that still doesn't solve their current predicament.]

If all choices are equal, we could roll the dice. [It's not like they had much to go on in the way of an educated guess.]