Look at you, boldly leaning like that. (Never mind there's not a soul in sight, apparently not even any fish. And it's not like he minds, really.) It makes him halfway smile, shifting his arm carefully so his hand rests right beside her without jolting her off his shoulder in the process. At least, that's his goal.

"Things're quieting down for everyone," he says thoughtfully. Save the farming crew, maybe, but they've got an actual harvest goddess working with them, in fairness. It's amazing how calm they can be about fish and game; here a bad day doesn't mean anything but that, there's no looming shortage, nothing to panic over.