[ She nods and straightens up, leaning on him just a little because her human legs are wobbly and she isn't used to controlling them on her own. She takes baby steps, careful, precise movements that ensure she gets used to the feeling lest she crumple in a pile. She pulls on vage memories of how the Becket's walked, and she leans towards Yancy's posture - Raleigh's swagger felt a bit...much.

She tips her head and rests it on his shoulder; she's as tactile as he is, needing the contact and heat that he put off as a sign that this was, in fact, real. ]