"M glad o'tha'."Though he'd enjoyed being allowed to care for the younger lass when she'd been unwell. Smiling brightly at the younger pirate, he settled back against the sand with a small hum. Watching her search through the basket with a soft gaze before pressing a soft kiss against the top of her head.
"I love ye."The words were soft, the older male enjoying the freedom of saying them whenever he felt it, or wanted to, without bad shite happening. Brightening as if he'd just thought of something he inched closer. Peering at her happily.