Winny liked the feel of the older mans hand in his. It was so warm! So he was rather inclined to keep it there though he would let go if Natty desired that.

He smiled over at the other as Natty spoke. "You sound like a poet," he said. As it was, he was glad that he had thought to neatly tie his hair back with a ribbon that morning. It fell a little past his shoulders and he knew from experience that branches of a deep forest could snag at it if left loose.