... Oh, I see. Well, I'm glad you found me! I was pretty lost all by myself, too. Let's warm up, get some rest, and then look for food in the morning, okay?

[ makoto smiles benignly, the corners of his mouth quirked up, livened by takeru's honesty. he keeps his gaze trained at the slow, smoking fire, resin sap burning away, heat splintering the bark, darkening the wood. a slight chill continues to persist in his hands, but he kneads at his knuckles, attempting to will away the cold, and gradually it recedes. he can only hope that neither takeru or patamon will succumb to the dropping temperatures throughout the night, but they've been persistent so far, trumping the odds despite themselves.

little by little, the anxiety ebbs, only to be replaced by a growing detachedness, his gaze sliding from the flames to the ceiling above. ]

You really look up to your brother, huh? Back home, I had two younger siblings around your age, too! Ran and Ren. You remind me a little bit of them. They'd always know how to react in case of an emergency, too. I think you would've gotten along with them.