She was very like him in some manners, unaccustomed to dealing with others, with outsiders. In other means, she understood wolves, and that helped some too, or so she hoped.
Once his hand closes on hers, she leads him quietly through her home and up the stairs, along a landing and again up. Three flights of stairs before she came out onto the final landing and opened a large window, she stepped from it onto a sort of faux balcony on her roof, bringing him with her.
There she released him and moved to sink down with her back against the sloping tower behind her, the moon hanging there within the darkness, now and again screened by clouds.