They jump slightly. It's too easy to be lost in the hardly-distant past.

Sharp nod. The sentiment is understood enough. He cares for them and their emotions, or for the history of this picture, or some concept of the little one in this image. The advice is good no matter the case or cases. They'll do their absolute best to follow it.

It disappears under their wings, and they refocus on the task at hand.

The melancholy is shaken off well before they're staring back up at the sconces.

Now, how to remove them without significant destruction...they reach up to tap the tip of their blade where the metal meets the wall, testing how flimsy it is.