[She lifts her head to look at him as he walks. His ability carry her seems effortless, as she sees no evidence of strain on his face. All she sees is what she remembers of him - bright blue eyes, a hint of a smile on his lips and a warmth that radiates from him like heat from a fire.]
I don't mind being carried. As long as you're the one doing the carrying.
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I don't mind being carried. As long as you're the one doing the carrying.