"Yes." Soft, a taut little smile with those words - simple words, but big in their meaning, in their acting.

He straightens up, taking a deep breath of the garden air, squaring his shoulders a little. That's better. The garden has always helped him.

"...shall we move on?" Literally, and in terms of conversation, one hand sweeping toward their basket. "Our list is long, and there is only so much time in the day, no?"