[Past] You, Me and a Pitcher of Cream

I dunno, you're not the worst person to visit at work. And then they were off... He ignored the looks, because he knew people were looking. Nairn was a shadow; he was not someone who willingly guided another around town. The few times he'd been told to, he'd let the poor soul flounder and fail until another member of the Coterie stepped in.

As she walked backwards, in front of him, he reached to guide her from bumping into things, though he doesn't actually touch her. His hand hovers by her arm, whichever way she needs to turn or adjust.

And then she swung around, excited, and he shrugged, Guess we'll have to take a right and see. Lead the way.