Isn't that what we are at the end of it all? Our experiences, the people we met, the people we could reach?

[ a little melancholy-sounding perhaps, but it hadn't felt out of place to bring up. as Alphinaud moves to touch his upper arm, Kitsu pulls him in a bit closer, resting a hand on top of Alphi's. it's really okay, he tries to convey, brushing his fingertips over the back of Alphinaud's hand. ]

... Hey, are you warm enough like this? [ he'll circle back around to the art. this seems more immediately at hand. ] If you aren't, I could probably find more cover.