When John shrugs off his jacket, Martha tilts her head to the side, not quite certain of what he's doing until he draws in close to place it around her. The nightingale flaps away before the coat sets on her shoulders, and while Martha isn't one for chivalry in most cases, there's something genuine about what John's doing. It's a sign that they've made it through this dream together and come out on the other side with a bit more understanding of each other. It's a token of something, and so Martha pulls the jacket tighter around her shoulders.

"I don't think so," she says in response to his questions, glancing off for a moment to properly ponder it. But there's been plenty of sharing between them already, plenty of learning, and she's reached the level of calm that she thinks John probably wanted her to find. "I just wanted to thank you for this. I didn't really know what to expect, but... it's always a good idea, to try out something new before assuming anything about it."

And maybe that's what she was supposed to get from all this. An open mind. A clear mind, not filled up with the sorts of junk that will only take her attention away from the movements of her body when practicing t'ai chi. She's ready to give it another shot, and so she starts to walk toward that door, feeling its draw more and more the closer they get.