[There is no resistance in Cerulean, though he does stumble with the first tug, not having expected it. He catches himself and steps to keep up with her, glancing back over his shoulder. The usual intangible wind that stirs his scarf and hair does not seem to be present.]

Ugh, [He forces his eyes forward, not wanting to acknowledge the spectres and encourage them. Gently, he tries to reposition his hand so that instead of having his wrist gripped, his hand is cupped around Ryoko's. He isn't really thinking about it- he just wants the mutual comfort of being able to squeeze her hand back.]