One hand lifts, curling against the back of York's head, holding him in place. He's not sure what prompts the touch, except that York seems to approve of touch in general, and out here? He's protective of his fledgling. There's so much he's still yet to experience, so much yet to learn about this life.

Little pleasures should be savored when and where they can.

"Perhaps once we've had a particularly good evening, we might try that again."