The weight of his arm around her shoulders was not only familiar, it was comforting- grounding- and natural. Her own draped behind his back, fingers twisting into the ties of his coat the way they always did. Gretel glanced back over her shoulder at the cloud-white hair and equally blanched girl going back to whatever she'd been doing before. It was hard to forget a face like that- she made a note to remember to thank the girl properly later.
"No... she's the only one, far as I've seen. And no, I don't have a clue why she's like that. Nice enough, though." They neared the coffee shop door, a quaint little cafe with ornate metal work in the glass and a bell on the handle. She extracted herself from him long enough to pull the door open for him. Her eyes were on his face in delighted anticipation, waiting for a reaction when the aroma hit him the way it did her.