He moves behind Kellen like a buoy on a tugboat, trying not to thump along too loudly when he feels his fingers tugged every few steps. Kellen doesn't seem to mind, and Kyle quite likes the feeling of being shadowed around in the dark, like he's being protected, even if there doesn't seem to be anyone around anyway.

The chapel isn't somewhere he really pays much attention, being that it seems to be the one area of existence he has little curiosity in. Religion just seemed so... nothing. Even in the bit of light from in the building interior, he tightens his fingers a little around the fabric they're clawed into, maybe afraid some deity will try wrenching him away before Kellen gets them to Elsewhere.