He helps, for a moment, making sure everything is properly fastened, that the collar is pulled up as far as possible. Wrapping the belt securely. It may not need to be - he probably doesn't need to be so thorough.

But he wants to be.

"That - we have to tell Will." It's like a revelation. It's finally having good news. His fingers tighten, gently guiding them off the sand, toward the boardwalk. "And Vyng. They've been worried about you."