[Taking a moment to refresh the barrier with a gesture, Meallan tucks his staff away on his back and leans down, letting her arms catch around his neck. It's close contact he's not entirely comfortable with a stranger but he doesn't imagine she's enjoying it terribly either, particularly as getting his good arm under her legs enough to lift her up entirely isn't easy and he's certain he jostles her feet despite his attempts to avoid it.
He lifts her up as quickly as he can manage, mindful still of the demons around them, and shifts to accommodate the weight.]
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He lifts her up as quickly as he can manage, mindful still of the demons around them, and shifts to accommodate the weight.]
Are you all right? Ready for me to move?