"It hasn't forgotten them. It didn't want to lose you all to that fate too."

Seto shifts his head slowly, wondering what the man could be doing. What could be on his mind....?

And then he feels a tug on his heart, with the strange feeling of an embrace. He's been subjected to them over and over since boarding, and he doesn't hate the closeness as much as he once did, provided the people touching him are friends. Or family. He's come to appreciate Yugi's steadfast love, his sisters' teasing. But the one gentle touch he'd never thought he'd feel was a parents'.

Della had been soft but mischievous, her feathers often tickling him til he laughed. Siebren's hulking size had ensured he engulfed almost anyone he held, and his hugs had been warm and secure.

Yondu...is gruff and awkward, much like Seto. He cares deeply, despite outward appearances. And he's probably someone who could use some reassurance that he's wanted.

So Seto gathers up what's left of his strength to lift an arm and complete the circle. It's an awkward motion as he has trouble gathering enough strength, but he tucks his head against Yondu's shoulder for a brief moment.

"...I'm glad you made it back."