Can’t remember.

Ksura struggled to keep himself from frowning as he realized that there was a chance that the child wasn’t lost in only one sense of the world. He remembered his own departure from his former life- and how he had arrived here, with his terminal wound healed completely, as if it had never been there.

If his mother lived, still, he would never find her. Breaking that news to the kid was too hard- and there was a chance they’d simply been separated when they’d both crossed over.

”Well how about this- we’ll leave a mark here, so if your Mom comes this way while we’re looking, she’ll spot your scent and start following…And we can come back here after to see if anyone else has come here.” It seemed a reasonable enough solution- sure, staying where you were when you were lost was the ‘best’ plan, but he felt this wouldn’t cause any harm.

Until the kid came up with a slight roadblock. He grinned. ”You don’t look too strange to me, d’I look strange to you?” He asked, tilting his head to the side with a sudden, jarring motion intended to look ridiculous. He chuckled. ”Don’t answer that.” He joked. ”I’m Ksura. What’re you called?”