"Okay..." Taiki looked at him for a moment, seeing his discomfort. The people here in this world didn't have blue hair and so Inigo stood out a little more than he did on the train. Taiki was lucky in many ways that he was kokki, he didn't have the golden hair that marked his kind. He understood the desire to not be seen.

He unclasped the short cloak he was wearing and reached out to drape it over Inigo, tugging up the hood. He had grabbed it because he had been so cold after the mountain. It's not cold in town and the hood makes a good covering.

He reached out for Inigo's hand again.