You gripped her hand tightly for leverage...and because she liked holding hands, even afterward. It reminded her of how lucky she was to still have hands. She was only partway to donkey by the time the antibiotics staved off the infection...not everyone was so lucky. She'd keep the snout, the tail, the hairiness, and the build for the rest of her life, but she was still all woman...still your woman. And you wouldn't have her any other way.