[An anticipatory, gentle blush rises on Elizabeth's cheeks and she bites her bottom lip to keep from giggling. Well, alright then. He could carry her if that was the goal he had in mind...]
[She settles against Gai, head resting in the slope of his neck, arms still around his shoulders.] You make a good argument.
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[She settles against Gai, head resting in the slope of his neck, arms still around his shoulders.] You make a good argument.