It's a mercy Yuya doesn't voice that thought. He can hope and try to believe that his girl still wanted him, that she missed him, but only she herself could tell him. Thus far, his track record wasn't very good.

He climbs up a bit, shifting to peer around the dragon's form and squinting into the distance. He lights up.

"Ah! We're almost there! You see that?" He points up ahead where a wide bridge curves over a river, stone railings inlaid with intricate patterns. "That's our stop, kid."