Miloh nodded weakly as Grandfather Trafalgar indicated where they might find their next meal, and began following after him. The old man was strange, but he was definitely one of the better adults Miloh had met in his life. Again, Miloh's memories from before the island were fuzzy, but he did remember that they were strict, always telling him what to do and getting upset whenever he talked back or didn't do what they asked. They were always worrying about something. They would never explain what that 'something' was though, but Miloh's not-knowing just seemed to make them more agitated. They were particularly agitated with him on the day he was sent away on the ship, though he couldn't remember why. Couldn't remember what he did to make them upset. Sometimes it felt like everything he did made them upset.

Grandfather Trafalgar wasn't like that at all though. He seemed much more free-spirited than any adult Miloh had met, even though he was also definitely the [i]oldest[/i] adult Miloh had ever met. Maybe that was why. Maybe once you got old enough, all the worry and anger went away and you became freer, more like how you had been when you were younger. He hoped that was the case. The last couple of years, Miloh had definitely felt himself getting more angry, more worried, more likely to snap at people, and he didn't want to be like that for rest of his life.

As he was considering this, he caught movement in the corner of his vision as someone seemed approach him, and his body immediately tensed up, as if expecting a fight. He turned to see a young man, pale with purple hair and eyes, asking them if they knew where they were. A little past him, Miloh could see a young woman in similar traveling garb, watching this exchange.

Both of them were [i]definitely[/i] worried.

Miloh glared up at the man, looking him up and down suspiciously as he considered how to respond. However, before he could, the old man jumped in, politely answering his question before asking if the younger man and his companion wanted to join them for food. Miloh turned his glare towards Grandfather Trafalgar, then to the young man, then back to Trafalgar again, clearly confused and a little annoyed by this turn of events. Why did the old man want to invite [i]them[/i] along? He didn't know anything about them, only that they [i]weren't[/i] here for the festival and that they had shifty vibe to them.

As he waited for the strangers to respond, Miloh felt his stomach grumble again and he shook his head, feeling weak once more. "I don't care if you join us or not, just decide quick," he grunted at the duo, his suspicion of them temporarily taking a backseat to more urgent matters.