Oh, now that really was good. He had starved for affection for so long as a boy, in the cave. Now such small gestures, given freely, were precious. They hit him hard, right in the heart. He moved like he might try to twist around or get up, then relaxed into the chair again and was still as the braiding went on. "Yes," he commented, about the dead people. "I've heard about that. Though I haven't met anyone I... nobody I knew, yet. Have you?"