He reaches out, taking hold of Lan Zhan's shoulder and giving it a squeeze. To him, this indicates something he'd already largely believed, but he doesn't speak it out loud, simply nods his head to the closest person to him no matter the world.

"I know. How much we're able to say about the places we're from... I don't know, and the train doesn't speak up on it that I've heard so far. But I know both of us would look for each other, and at some point, we'll find each other. Even across realms."

He smiles, certain of it regardless of having no timeline. In ways, his is more unfair as a disappearance, sixteen years of dark mourning and grief carved into Lan Zhan's bones once before, and as of yet, he doesn't think he'll be missed. It's not even two months, he hadn't written ahead, he'd been wandering the world.

As long as Lil' Apple wasn't found alone... he swallowed, then returned to sunning himself, for all intents and purposes.

"In the meantime, we can also keep each other company like this."