[ He ignores the cutting word. Amos knows he isn't a liar; knows that everything he's saying is the truth, and knows that Yuca is likely not in a position to appreciate it. It's fine, he doesn't have to be. As long as Amos has him and is carrying him somewhere safe and warm, then he's doing something good. Something right; something kind.

Although sometimes cruelties are necessary, too. He knows that. When it comes to saving a kid...

Amos presses Yuca that little bit closer to his chest. Can he feel his heartbeat, he absently wonders. Feel the odd and uneven press of his shard above it, from the way he's buried his face in him.

It's okay. For the kid, it's okay. ]

I'll answer all the questions you got, soon as we're inside and somewhere warm. [ He's ignoring the whole I don't want to eat part for right now; no use in arguing it when they don't have food yet. He is absolutely going to order something to be split between them, though. As long as he can get a few bites into Yuca... ] You're here now, so you deserve to know. Right?

[ Right. Amos presses onward; only about a block away. Half a block.

Quietly, ] And she's got her reasons. Just because they don't make sense now doesn't mean they won't later.

[ The blind faith zealot will answer all of the questions Yuca has.

Amos shifts his hold slightly to open the door, letting the blast of warmer air greet them. He'll just find a booth for them to sit in, and then keep helping, as much and as best as he can. ]