Arlene followed slowly, also hesitant, but she didn't see many other options. She smiled shyly at the dog; she'd always liked dogs. Whenever she had to go to a house party, the dogs were her saviors. Now she mentally predicted it would be the same. She reached out toward the dog to let him sniff her hand, feeling a little bit of relief from her building anxiety. Dogs were simple. They were easy to read. If they didn't like you, they would show it, and if they did, they would show it; a sad dog [i]always[/i] looks sad and a happy dog always happy. So long as this wasn't an attack dog, and it didn't look like one, she felt safe here. She visibly relaxed, her tense shoulders sagging a little bit with tiredness. 
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Dwayne took the scarf as if he was afraid it would burn him. He squinted at Chiyohime, surely such a kind gesture would have to come with a price? His expression was bewildered, still slightly distrustful; [i]he[/i] was the one who helped people, and the only context he could was removing tumors or sewing up ruptured organs or lifting diseased appendixes out of bloody abdomens. It was a rare event that someone was kind to him. "T-t-thank you," he muttered, flashing his filed teeth. "I'll keep warm," he rasped, in an oddly apologetic tone. "I-I should probably..." He trailed off. "...get...going..."