Sorry, Yota. He's just not a hugger. Elidibus straightens up and keeps pace. A wave of his hand discretely dries his shirt, but never you mind that. Magic has its perks and makes things more or less right as rain. When learning Guta isn't on the roster at all, a soft sigh escapes the man.

"It'd be possible to board with the wrong ticket, perhaps." He's never seen what happens if someone doesn't have a ticket at all. But that's not the problem. Wrong ticket or otherwise...

"If your brother isn't on the roster, then it's as I feared. He was not brought to the station with you." Elidibus pauses in moving forward, waiting for Yota to likewise do so.

"Do you remember where you last saw him? What you were doing?"