They're getting somewhere. They've managed to climb out of a dangerous rut, and while Donnie wouldn't necessarily say they've found some stable footing, it's a fair better space than where they'd been not ten minutes ago. He finds himself smiling back, faintly.

Nodding, he lets himself mold into the seat as much as his shell allows him. Maybe now they can get some actual rest so they'll be better able to tackle whatever else this world throws at them and their fellow Drifters.