His slight huff is something close to amusement; or possibly agreement, it's certainly not an idea he minds. He wraps a bare hand tightly around one Jedao's wrists, feeling the pulse against his palm.

He moves so he can kiss Jedao again, running his fingers down the inside of his arm. It's not the easiest angle he could've chosen but that wasn't the point. Here, more than anywhere else he knows, there's nothing that could be called anonymous. Even though he doesn't chose to go look for it, they're themselves, with all the danger and trust that entails.

There's no doubting that the slow, careful methodical remapping is from Horseriver's steady confidence, not from his earlier uncertainty in settling into his body. If he wasn't otherwise occupied, he might have said something about what can be learned by patience, as he stretches out his mind to catch any and all signals.