It was getting dark, and the thick fog prevented us from seeing our path towards the cabin clearly.
I carried the Lysander's backpack, which contained the lunchboxes and the thin blankets, while I carried the tent bag on the other hand.
They were heavy as they trekked towards the forest while I followed close behind Lysander, who had carried another human—I mean a shapeshifter—on his back.
Lysander had insisted he carried their other camping things while he- gave the disrespectful bastard a piggyback ride.
I refused to hand the other things because I knew he would find it difficult.
I told him that he didn't have to be a gentleman because there was no need.
I have a pair of hands, and I'm not a person with a disability, so I can pretty much help him.
I figured out that Lysander was traditional about it because he kept insisting for another minute as he grabbed the tent bag on my hand, but I danced away out of his reach.
