Puck pauses, then follows, negotiating the remaining space with great gingerness.

He doesn't actually have to do much but clamber round him; there's room enough here that they can both fit side by side. (As long as the sides are very close indeed, and as long as Puck braces himself slightly to hold himself back.)

It is quite something, to be so near the heat of another body and the beat of another heart. Puck glances to the mortal's face, brief and wry.