[ Albeit belatedly, Lucien notices the hand extending his way but fails to catch it before it drops to the floor. In mirroring assurance, he's careful to pick it up even as Silco is bit at— perhaps now in attempt to calm Amos down.

His round eyes pass between the two of them, uncertain as to what they mean by the one option. Context alone suggests that it's either dangerous or embarrassing. Lucien hesitates. With a small squeeze around Amos' tired hand, his mouth is a tense, unsure line. Silco seems more likely to be upfront about elaborating on his suggestion, so the child looks to him for answers. ]

Am I in the way? He saved me once already and faced a lot of danger then too. There's no way I could leave him behind.