Mm. [He squeezes his hand lightly, not thinking much of the gesture; this is still strange for him, this closeness, but as long as it helps you... he doesn't mind it.]
[...] If this is really the same as with the others... does that mean I need to search for my memories? [If it does... it would make sense for here to be one, as this is his - their - homeworld. Or a replica of it.]