It's early February, here, so it's not a bad match for weather. As she draws closer she may see the piece of metal he's working on appears to be a silver heart, about four inches square. He's got three more laid out on a small table nearby.

There's a long wooden bench close by, made just for somebody to sit and visit with him. Kairos spends the most time on it, of course, and that means he's made sure there's nothing sharp and nothing made of iron within reach around it. Connor grins at Jonathon's wave. He's a sucker for kids, all right. "Sorcha, down! How are you two doing?"

Sorcha stops jumping, but she'll still lick them all over when they sit.