He blinks and brightens, the kiss she gives somehow bringing his smile to life where it's often times just a show. Her sweet laughter fills him, and he brings his hand up to hold her there, at least long enough for him to nuzzle her back.

Of course, she is most mother fucking welcome. He chuckles at her reasoning, as of course it is true. He believes he would win any fight with any of them but his Meulin would do with it much better.

He watches her flit off, watching her for pretty form, for joyous delight. It's a wonder her doesn't forget to look at the shadows that are cast. He nods decisively and gives to certain thumbs up at her in response.