He might feign weakness— at times he undoubtedly pales in comparison to those more used to constant combat in the wearying dark— but muscle is muscle, and beneath leather and frills, he has much, much more than one might expect: it's a very simple thing to take her offered wrists, hoist her directly over his shoulder, and lean ever so slightly back over the tower parapets.

"I have a feeling you'll do just fine."