A novelty: being lifted so easily and having it be a pleasant thing, after a thorough demonstration of how unpleasant it might be.

But as with so many things with Loxley, it is easy and simple and good. She hooks her knees around his hips, crosses her ankles at the back of his thighs though he stays obligingly close. Lifts her hands to his shoulders as a small smile steals across her face.

"Very heroic," she tells him, sincere over the words. "Were you hurt, while you were saving me?"

They might still be hurt. Eventually they will have to leave this storeroom and make another run at traveling through the street.