[ With all the ease and grace as if he had indeed been doing this just yesterday, he lifts Sieglinde carefully. A seat is made from his crooked arm, and it’s distantly amusing to do so. It’s been half a year since he’s done anything like this, hasn’t it? ]

Of course. It is a difficult thing to process, I understand.

[ Though it was only seen through others than by himself. It had been a simple exchange for him. But regardless, he starts to head in the direction of his home and now shields them both from the weather. At least on the way… He might as well prepare her for some things. He’ll start with the simplest. ]

…As a small matter. You are not allergic to cats by any chance, are you?