His arm is a little longer, so he lets her lift his hand and move almost entirely to the bed before he moves himself. He pushes off of the chair with his legs and stretches for the bed, walking onto it, again, much more like a cat than a person. He sits like a normal person, though, putting his legs in front of him and trying not to slouch in his slightly taller form as much.

"Other people call us things, but they're more descriptions." So, yes. "So yes, we had no name for what I am that we called our own."