She took the offered arm, oddly grateful that he hadn't just used his magic to remove them, even though she knew he was more than capable of such a thing. She gave the arm a small squeeze, the same kind of gesture she had given to his hands. It was reassurance for herself as much as it was a gesture of reassurance towards him. This was happening. It was not a trick of either of their minds, and it was not something that would turn to be a trick.

"Yes," she said. "The hotel I am staying in," because she had to have somewhere to stay while in New York and she did not want to be in a position to have to rely on Tony Stark, "is a short drive from here. There is a nice view from my window."