How either of them survived long enough to find each other is one of life's great mysteries. She's not very concerned about solving it. Her energies are better spent enjoying this miracle they have.

Ver can transition relatively smoothly from hugging and cuddling to snugging up against his side to support him. She keeps an arm around his waist, her other hand holding onto his arm around her shoulders. Nice and secure, nice and safe. And if he stumbles she can scoop him up with relative ease from this position. "Okay. No rush. There's lots of places to sit down along the way if you need to."

She can't help nuzzling his shoulder while they walk. He knows how cat-like she is sometimes, in need of affectionate touches whenever they're together. "Did you enjoy your walk before you got sick?"