There's one last accordion finger pinch in the jabot to get the ruffles to settle right before Ruka withdraws, satisfied. It's only then that she takes the whistle, turning it over in gloved fingers. (In the nearly three months Sirius has known her, he'll have only seen her bare-handed once.) Satisfied, she clasps it firmly in hand with a nod, then looks up to give Sirius another visual appraisal. She actually smiles this time.

"Much better."