That there hasn't been much she's asked of him and it often being mutually beneficial when she does is significant. When you spend your time running around with other scoundrels, it often becomes an exercise on figuring out who can do what for you and exploiting them for it. He doesn't begrudge anyone for behaving that way, he does it himself too, it's just tedious. An aspect from home he hasn't missed all that much.

"I'd think that piloting a starship is in many ways is like being good with a sword." Not that he knows Brienne all that well, but he thinks that metaphor might resonate a little more strongly than others. "Anyone can learn to do it, if you put in enough time and energy in, but some people have aptitude that others don't. Not to mention it requiring sure hands and nerves of steel."

It does pain him slightly to let go of her hand enough to let her rearrange pillows and blankets, but when he realizes that's the aim, he does try to help. Going so far as to carefully shake off one of the pillows that seems to have gotten all sandy.

"Did you ladies meet each other here or have you known each other before?"