She seemed to notice how he avoided using his other hand. When he took her hand in his, she leaned forward, tilting her head forward to look at the other hand, curiously. Her mane like hair fell away to show a delicately pointed ear. And yes, if he was walking, she was walked as well, even that way.

She had stopped fighting about the jacket, though she did frown, and while examining the other hand, still linked to him, she passed her arm through the sleeve of the jacket to keep it from falling off, so that when she was done, she was wearing the sleeve properly, without having let go. The other sleeve still flapped free, though a pinch of craft kept it anchored to her shoulder.