Yuya laughs. He won't push her along for too long, once she starts going forward herself he'll let go and instead fall into step beside her. His gaze drifts along all the stalls, equally enamored with the bright lights and fancy displays.

Once catches his eye, and he points to where bright paper kites with fancy shapes and patterns are being sold. "Look--kites! Have you seen these before?"

He remembers her mentioning she grew up in a cave city, so... there probably isn't a lot of wind or room for kite flying.