She didn't remember when she last held hands. Likely, the last time she needed help walking, and it helped her hobble along.

Touch could be something of a comfort, from what she had observed. If things were different, it might have been funny, seeing a small woman take Somnus' hand so- as if he weren't the warrior of the pair.

"It's Caren. Ortensia, if you're wondering about my family name. You're fine with Somnus?"

She started to gently tug him forward. "Because I don't care which you call me. Caren or Ortensia."