He smiles, and brings his other arm around her, keeping her close. He's glad she's happy with that, and of course he is too. But it doesn't change the fact of how hard it is for him to be here at all. He can only assume that all this will be waiting for him when he walks back in. And can only hope it'll be easier to deal with when things are squared away at home.

'Soppy mare,' he mutters, affectionately. Only if she's soppy, he is too, because he's holding on just as tight.