Hollandaise thought it was cool, too, but it would be bragging if she said so, and Warders did not brag... maybe. The longer she stayed here, the harder it was to keep how she
should be and act in mind. But she smiled and patted their clasped hands with her free one.
"Yes," she said.
"I will find you, or perhaps you may find me. We shall learn from each other, you and I." Then Hollandaise released his hand, nodded, and proceeded to scamper off. (The scamper was a bit stiff, a bit slower than usual, but her fear would heal her quickly, she hoped - her thighs chafed.)