She wasn't a poor shadow. Especially right now. Because right now, he was squeezing her hand, and keeping his gaze towards the floor, and shrugging like it was all 'whatever' to him.

To Ezra, he looked exactly like he had the first time he'd shown up, and had misspoken about the Coterie and then looked so worried about it. It squeezed at his heart. "Okay," he said. "This way."

He wasn't going to try and take anyone's hand. Just pushed away from the doorframe and turned so he could head back towards his room.