He sat a little straighter as she came to his side, still a little bit flummoxed by the attention she gave him from time to time but ready t accept the touch of her shoulder. He felt something he couldn't quite place, that was a little twang in his heartstrings- but it was by far outweighed by a feeling of relief, and comfort. Her trust always made him feel as if he was home- and home had never been one place for very long. "Ah, you know me, Mr. Nice Guy," He joked, and gave her a light nudge.
A greyjay flew overhead, perching in a spruce not too far away, and joined soon thereafter by another. "So...Is this...Home, now?" He asked.