"...That pipe is very special to me..." Seymour mumbled, not caring if Claudia heard or not. He pulled out a glove and handed it to her. "This should keep you warm."

He had trouble trying to figure out where the little flower would sit. On his shoulder? In his coat pocket? In his hands (if he can hold that long)? The best option seems to be the coat pocket, but he wears that he'll suffocate with all that fur wrapped around her. Thus, in the end, he figured he might as well put her on his shoulder. At least she could look look at the scenery.

"If you get too cold on the trip, tell me." he said once more before placing his hand beside the plague, ready to lift her up whenever she's ready.

The kiseru huffed a slightly bigger puff of smoke, saying "Good bye! Have a nice trip!" before returning to its usual silence.