Rin was still breathing heavily- yet she was relieved; actually, she might have even relieved herself a bit too. She was glad she was wearing thick underwear- that's for sure.
But she felt really faint and didn't want to get up.
Or more like she couldn't.
"I'm… sorry…" She couldn't even speak properly.
She looked up and- the man didn't look mad… if anything, he didn't have any expression at all.
The man sighed. This was the first time she saw or rather hear him sigh.
He came near Rin. And though Rin tried to crawl backward, he grabbed her, lifted her up like a potato sack, and carried her on his back.
She was both embarrassed and kind of mad. The least he could have done was carry her on his shoulder- right?
At least that's how her father used to carry her in the old days when he was still there… he used to carry her on his shoulder while she ruffled through his hair, giggling.
