And just like that, she had a little person attached to her leg in addition to the rather largeish man wrapped tightly around her. Yes, he was grabbing her a little tight ... but it wasn't tight enough that she felt like pulling away.
She sighed, letting herself lean a little more heavily on Patrick. After a few moments of silence, though, Lyssandra was reminded by her own putrid stench that she should probably at least try to remove some of the filth from her wounds before she got the black plague or something absurd like that.
"Shower--" she said shortly, curling her fingers in Patrick's shirt childishly.
Maybe he'd carry her if she asked him really nicely. And she could carry Emily, and everything would -- you know, continue to be kind-of-weird-but-mostly-fine.
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