Firo doesn't yank his hand away, but he doesn't yet take Muscovy's in return. "Uh..."

Does he say something? He'd never hold an adult's hand back home--and he's pretty sure he wouldn't have here. Muscovy's grown up now, so he almost thinks about mentioning how they should leave this kind of thing behind. At the same time, it seems a little mean to say that when Muscovy's finally back.

Hesitant, he smiles up at Muscovy and takes his hand. Leaving his siblings had to be hard, even if Firo's happy to see him again. "...I hope you're okay to be back."