It helps. It soothes. He settles by inches, the lilt and meter of Alistair's voice so soothing and familiar, so grounded in the present that it pulls him from shades and echos of darker times. Slowly he melts against Alistair, cheek tucked to the humans' chest, breath evening out. He doesn't need to worry as much while traveling with Alistair- above all else? The man doesn't want him.

He never knew how valuable that could be in an Amico until now.

After a few hours he wakes, nuzzling his way up to Alistair's collar, huffing quietly as the scent and sound register. "Mm. Good morning."