Theon leans down so he can give Dog a proper greeting, murmuring and working his hands behind the furry ears. It still strikes him, sometimes, how easy he feels around the dog, considering past associations. "Aye, you're a good one," he says quietly, and then looks up at Daryl.

"Better now," he answers, because the sight of Daryl making himself at home never fails to fill him with warmth. He'd be happier to never have him leave at all, though he's not sure about broaching it yet.