Mos smiled back, reaching his hand forward again. North, south, east, west. Mos even nearly spoke the words aloud as he touched Storm's forehead, chin, and both sides of his face. What compelled him to do that, Mos really had no idea, but it certainly made Mos feel better. He had not realized how strange he felt, but knowing Storm was alive and warm under his hand, it made Mos smile.