"Hm?" The sound is barely hummed before he's continuing. Sweeney had it on his mind after all, but more the act than the word itself.

His gaze darts down, even though he can't really see it, and then returns to her eyes.

"Helpin' me come home," he answer with a faint hint of...shyness? Something like that. Something soft. He tries to push it away before anything like embarrassment sets in.

"Ya know. Like how sailors have sparrows. Birds mean yer close ta shore." His free hand gestures slightly towards her chest.

"Guessin' it may be somethin' like yer compass."