At least it doesn't seem terribly laborious, even if the motion is likely much more complicated beneath the shroud over his body. Limbs shuffle and settle, and the tail of Old Wayne curls around his body much like a cat's might as it settles in to sit.

"When you decide you want to be on your way, rest assured that you won't need to do so alone."

He seems pleased, for all that his face isn't the most expressive, the multitude of eyes narrowed as if to convey a smile that doesn't quite show outwardly with the peculiar shape of his face. The Wayne escorting Watson around nudges his elbow gently, giving him a thumbs-up when he has his attention.

"Don't worry dude, we've got your back."