Cor finally relaxes a little once the last daemon is finally dispatched. Good riddance; that's one less daemon nest to worry about. But his own blade had just disappeared in a small shower of crystalline bursts when Sora grabs his hand, and he goes a little stiff for a moment or two.

That kind of handholding...that hasn't happened in years. The last person to hold his hand was Noctis - and he was 10 at the time.

Still, Cor doesn't make any moves to yank his hand free. Yet. Instead, he's giving little confused glances at their hands while he response. "...actually, that's something we'll need to talk about. I have a campsite set up at a nearby haven. It shouldn't take too long to head over there."