Better we go to them rather than let them come to us. Gives us more room to maneuver.

[aka plenty of space to retreat should they end up being up against something they can't handle. 'Always leave yourself an out' is his motto. Not that he thinks they'll need to flee; whatever they're up against seems more interested in hoarding clothing than doing anybody any real harm. He's counting on that to carry over during their fight.]

Right then, here goes--!

[As they enter the next cavern, it widens out into a much more spacious room with high ceilings and even higher piles of clothes, easily towering over them like fabric stalagmites. Yato has to let out a low whistle at the sheer volume of laundry, mouth slightly agape. And their stuff is somewhere in here? Yikes.

Somewhere from between the piles comes that scurrying sound, only louder now. His head whips around to face it, ready to tackle whatever beast or person or in between comes their way-- when a cute little... cat..fish? waddles out. His shoulders relax just a fraction as he peers at the creature.]

The hell? [That's what's been stealing their clothes?? He was expecting gremlins or goblins or something similar.]