The slight relax in Sunny's posture was all she needed to know that he was somewhat at peace. It didn't mean that he had come to peace with the voice of their Father- although part of her desperately hoped that the sound being gone meant that he had. But for now she was content to have him lean on her for as long as he was comfortable. This familiar silence, the stretch of warmth when they used to cuddle, brought a smile to her face as she continued forwards towards their destination.

A quiet whisper escaped her lips, whether she meant for him to hear or not. "Thanks, Sunny."