Reinhardt doesn't think of it as softness at all. He is anything but soft and he's got the little creatures all over him. The blind little silver has finished his plate and makes a move to crawl under his shirt for extra warmth. He lets it.

"It's good of you to do this. I'm sure once that one has rest, it'll be just as energetic as the others. You're helping it heal even quicker doing this for him. But if you must leave, I would be honored to take your place. I seem to have gotten some room on his lap."