[ Jaime beams, absolutely delighted by this. ]

High five! [ And then he gives Skeets the tiniest, daintiest high five he's ever given, because he doesn't want to knock him across the room. At the base of his spine, he can feel a little twist of tension, just the hint of a grumble. ] I would high five you too if you had hands, Khaji, [ he says, patiently. ] Would you like me to smack my back instead? 'Cause I can.