Happy is an overstatement. The Soldier isn't sure it knows how to feel happy. But it's been... calm. This past day or so of making little boats on each revolution around its patrol. The spirits haven't seemed to mind that it hasn't dedicated each boat to anyone.

And one of its handlers is saying it's okay. It puffs out one brief breath, almost a sigh, almost a huff, and nods. If she says it's okay, then it will keep making little boats. "I have never created anything before," it offers. "It's. New."