Persephone could sense the good doctor had his mind affixed on something, but what, she had no idea. It was truly kind of him to walk with her and listen to her woes, and she was starting to think he could be a splendid friend. "Better advice has not been given to me in a long time," she said sincerely, "and I thank you for it and for listening to my miseries." As they turned up a rather steep hill street, Persephone found it harder and harder to keep her balance properly on the uneven cobblestone- curse these heeled boots (again)! -and so grabbed onto Dr. Witaker's arm to steady herself. "Would you mind if I..?" Leaving her question unfinished, assuming he would get that she needed a little assistance without having to openly singe her pride, Persephone took a few more steps forward, still holding his arm.