Harrow's smile is so broadly that he can't keep his eyes open. Forty, you totally made his night. His smile fades in time and his vision returns and he's left looking down at Forty like the little sister he never had. Not that he doesn't have little sisters, just... None quite as little as her.

"Is it too late to apologize for bein' a dick last Spring? The whole... Eternal winter, little Lich King thing I had goin' on? Idunno if you remember. I mean, I remember. Someone melted my face off." Elbow elbow. "But I got to thinkin' about it and realized I kinda sorta deserved it, so I couldn't stay mad."