[ He's in the process of handing off his cup to her, ready to go back to keeping watch proper — at least, until she offers him that sentiment. Amos pauses mid-action, something of a stupefied look crossing his face.

After a second or two of delay, he smiles a small smile, his head dipping slightly, finally letting Gray take the cup back. There's something pleasant and warm to this, and he feels it like an echo of the tea he'd just had, something in him lighting up the way he'd felt as he'd drank it. ]

I had some good people back where I came from. Found some good people here, too. [ She's one of them. He doesn't try to look into her eyes; more at the top of her hood, though his gaze is pointed enough he figures she'll get the message. ] Things have been good here. I hope they've been good for you, too.

[ Even as their ultimate goal is to destroy this world, along with every other one — but that doesn't mean they have to have a bad time along the way.

He gives her a small nod. ]

Thanks, Gray.

[ And after he sees her off, it'll be back to keeping watch, playing his part in ensuring a woman dies. ]