He had spotted them. The small child he had 'known' from the orphanage, now out here even smaller fighting monsters, fighting to protect him. He doesn't want them to fight, or be hurt. They seem to be able to handle themselves, which doesn't do anything to ease the pain and worry of his very sensitive kirin heart.

Still he is very glad to feel that tug on his leg and he crouches down to be closer to the child, who might not be a child at all. He's not sure. Still... He shakes his head.

"Please keep it." He reached into his pocket for the button that he still carried. "I still have this one, so I can remember you."