Noah held tightly to his father's hand, having decided for the moment that the embarrassment of being babied wasn't nearly as bad as the thought of letting go and finding himself all alone again. He grinned up at Gabriel and gave a slight nod of his head. "Right. There's gotta be food. Everyone has to eat," he agreed.
Of course, Noah had no idea where to actually look for food. He wasn't even sure where they were supposed to stay. For the time being, though, he was simply grateful that they were together and knew with the unfaltering logic of a child that his dad would figure the rest out. His job was just to stay close, out of trouble, and not get in the way.
Swinging their combined hands lightly to and fro, the boy rose up on his tiptoes as he peered around curiously. "D'you think it's all true, Dad?" he questioned after a few seconds of silence. "D'you really think we're stuck here?" He turned his gaze back to his father. "It sure seems true, huh?"