Warmth, and kindness, a kind of smile that meant your presence itself was welcome and appreciated. The Tailor had only seen it cast in their own direction a few times in their life. Not often enough. They'd grown to presume they didn't need it. And perhaps they still didn't, but--

It was welcome. It was more welcome than they expected. They lifted their cup in turn.

"To friendship and freedom in the Neath."