“Do you want to walk however many miles to the grasslands or would you rather take the train?” The former would be the more scenic route, which means actual exploring, but the latter still offers windows for them to look out of while they're cruising along. This, too, would make it far easier for Itto to hug Sizhui for as long as he likes as they ride the train? So, if he's keen on trying that, it may be best, and Sizhui's clearly not going to tell Itto ‘no’ to hugging, no matter how long he wants to hold on.

Oh gosh, he didn't mean to make Itto feel bad! As soon as the oni's expression falters, he springs into action, “Yes, it's just how things work here, but it's alright! You don't have to be worried.” Although, once Itto's got his face covered, Sizhui stops, about-faces, steps in front of him and reaches both hands to gingerly touch his forearms, fingertips rubbing soothingly across them. “Kissing is good, okay? That's something... and, uhm, I'm not opposed to helping if you'd like?” He does know a thing or two, after all, and it wouldn't be the first time he's had to help teach somebody.