Gently, his hand turns beneath hers to clasp both and bring them briefly to his lips. It's a very tender thing, standing in for everything Ellis wants to say. Whether or not Wysteria gathers all the action carries with it isn't important. The action itself matters. His head lifts, small smile pulling crookedly at his mouth.

"I'll walk you part way," he says, thumbs passing briefly over her knuckles before releasing her hands altogether. "If you haven't tired of my company."