He was dimly aware of the fact they'd been left alone on the balcony, but that was only a ghost of a thought at the back of his mind, tucked away as soon as he had it. The moment, the sky, Mokey, was all that was important to him right now, and the fright from earlier seemed worlds away, the strife down in the Rock not even a consideration.

Though it came with a slight pang of regret, he leaned up from her shoulder but only so he could look out across the city. Streetlights were coming on, and there was something warm about those, too? He even thought he could see people turning them on, rather than ones that lit up of their own accord in somewhere like Birchpointe. Something about them seemed welcoming, reminding him a bit of the candle lanterns from home. Sighing gently, he lifted his head again as a breeze blew across them, bringing with it all the wonderful smells of the approaching evening.

This... this all would be what he'd been needing. He just didn't know he needed it.