Mention of Anton just brought up thoughts of Ryder again, surely safe but too distant to tell anything more. Safe. Nothing useful to be done with worry. Raine focused instead on that lingering touch on her shoulders, on Solomon, in the here and now. On that studied innocence that was more than likely anything but, knowing his teasing habits.

Even so, she looked down at him and had, for a moment, no idea what to make of the gesture. "I... certainly," she said, blinking, the hesitation born of temporary confusion rather than any actual reticence. Residual stiffness in her muscles aside, she could still handle her own boots. But then, her jacket she might have managed herself, too. Ah. Yes. Raine shifted her weight, leaned against the nearest hard surface to balance herself, in order to allow that which he was evidently requesting.