The words were... immeasurably comforting. They'd look for each other. They'd marked each other's souls and there was no way that they could not know something was amiss. Kuronue blinked at the sausage, and released he'd just released what had to be the biggest sigh of relief in his life. Pivotal. Like a rusted out piece of shit old car come new and fashionable again.

His mouth worked, and he realised he couldn't say anything. So he leaned forward and took the sausage from Yukimura's chopsticks, rather dazed. He'd theorize later that this was the exact moment his energy, his being, simply snapped into place, regardless of what work Kusuriyuri had left to do on him.