No chairs, but he had made a few stone benches with animals as the supports, and if it looked like Han was really needing to sit, Skyfire would curl up his tail a bit and offer to let Han sit on it. It was a more comfortable seat than a stone bench at least. When it starts getting dark, Skyfire would be putting stuff away for the evening... and likely debating whether or not to just sleep at the lot for the night.

"It really is..." He'd not give up the short time he's had with the organic friends for anything, but it really hurt when he lost them.

Skyfire doesn't pry, but he does take note of the pause there. Six hundred years, that was still only a tiny amount of time to him, but to an organic that was a very long time indeed. "She must have seen a lot of amazing things."