Stretching out his hand, he took Astoria's fingers in his own and ran a narrow thumb-pad over her palm. "See?" He said gently, giving her a squeeze before reaching down and setting a sugar-cube into her hand. "Not that messy at all."
He was proud of her, certainly, and the inner steel she occasionally allowed herself to display, but he was also proud of himself -- for having taken this moment to enjoy, for encouraging her. He didn't spend a great deal of time patting himself on the back, but there were days when he desperately needed a silver lining to appreciate, and today, with its beautiful weather and beautiful surroundings and beautiful company, he certainly felt appreciative.
"You're doing very well, Astoria." His voice was soft and he set her free hand again, knowing she was more than capable.