Late Evening.
Outside, Theodore Mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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"You are such a shameless guest" Conan muttered.
"You ate too much and now you are a bear" he added with a frown.
"Shut up Sir Obnoxious" Lydia grumbled.
"Where is the carriage then? Why is it so far?" she wailed, swaying slightly.
He caught her shoulders, supporting her.
"I shall just wait here while you go get the carriage," she said, shooing him away.
"It is a steed Helena let us go" he prompted.
The carriage that they had used was rented as Conan doesn't bother with carriages but having to ride with Helena he had to get a carriage for her comfort.
She remained unmoved. "Do you wish for me to carry you?" he asked her.
"I can wait here, go bring the horse I feel so heavy"
He bent and in a swift motion, she was in his arms. One of his arms under her knees, and the other, her back.
