You don't need to run

There was nothing of any use here. It was time to move on, and he would soon, but Laith talking to him was more than he'd gotten in awhile. As skittish and introverted as he was, he didn't really like being alone, but that didn't mesh well with how terrified he was of nearly everyone he met. Laith's gruff demeanor was no exception, though he hadn't told him to beat it quite yet. Maybe he'd stick around for a moment long to see if he knew anything, or could help - he offered to help him look and he felt a bit of hope rising in his chest, though it was swiftly silenced when he realized he had little to offer in return.

But Laith did all the thinking for him, suggesting a kiss. Spirit felt a swift surge of blood rush to his face and he felt his legs begin to wobble beneath him. Was he goading him? Perhaps he wouldn't help him at all after this; perhaps it was merely an attempt to humiliate him. But he had very little pride when it came to helping his sister. He'd go further lengths than this for something to help cure her, or even relieve her suffering. "O-okay. Fine. A kiss." He didn't move right away, trying to muster up the courage. "B-but you come down here first," he demanded, not half as confident as he wanted to sound. He'd do it, but he wasn't climbing all the way up to him.