She blinked, a bit tense at that offer. When had she last been carri-grabbed, so she couldn't run...

...no. No. Carried. Carried.

She'd certainly been a child? Far too young to fear, yes. She shivered, convulsive, but...what if she angered him by truly being slow? "If it is best," she managed, distantly proud the words didn't choke her.