Despite the fact that he got nothing but contentment from Taraja (no reason to hurry), Damian arrived promptly. His face cleared into a small smile, when he caught sight of them (and not only sight, the welcome from the hatchling did feel good, it'd slowly started even his mistrust of things that felt good), and he waved, slightly.

"Is everything all right?"

There was also less pressure to the 'conversation opener' than usual, as the boy hurried over to the youngling and let her headbutt him as he stroked her leg. He took in what Jack was doing, and tilted his head. "And would you like that I join you in that?"