"Okay, up you get," she says, hoisting the smaller girl into her arms. She supports her shoulders and head with one arm, with the other scooped under her bent knees.
Harrow weighs nothing. Ingress frowns. She's so slight.
"I've got you, and you'll be back in a tic, alright?" Her voice is cheery even though her furrowed brow isn't going anywhere. She carries Harrow the few steps to the wall, shifting her in her arms so she can reach out and press her palm against it.
She steps through and into Milliways.
"I'll help you to your room," she says, and her tone brooks no opposition! Except for the pesky fact that she doesn't know which one it is. She should have gone up with her before, but she'd had no idea this would happen. "What's your room number?"
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Date: 2020-10-13 02:08 am (UTC)Harrow weighs nothing. Ingress frowns. She's so slight.
"I've got you, and you'll be back in a tic, alright?" Her voice is cheery even though her furrowed brow isn't going anywhere. She carries Harrow the few steps to the wall, shifting her in her arms so she can reach out and press her palm against it.
She steps through and into Milliways.
"I'll help you to your room," she says, and her tone brooks no opposition! Except for the pesky fact that she doesn't know which one it is. She should have gone up with her before, but she'd had no idea this would happen. "What's your room number?"