Something deep in Yako snarled at the sight of the scared little boy. Her hand flew to take his before she even thought about it, sqeezing firmly before she shifted, leaving her handle nestled in his palm. The Madness Wavelength, coupled with that instinctive urge to protect had an obvious effect on her. She didn't bother to mute her hunger for once, allowing that ravenous, insatiable yearning to flow through the connection between them as soon as it snapped together.

Let's go, she prompted him, determined. He might not have been the Meister she pictured for herself, but he was there and he knew what he was doing. That was enough. They would make this work.