She scoffed a little, tilting her head. "Z, if I'm holding the bag, and you're holding me, then you are holding the bag."
She looked very concerned. “Not for long, okay?” she said gently, approaching him hesitantly. “I know you don’t want to slow down, but you’ll get heat stroke.”
She hopped onto his back and she rested her head on his shoulder, now speaking softly in his ear. He would remember that she was actually pretty light, and she shifted to a position that balanced the weight as evenly as she could across his back. “You might get heatstroke,” he would hear her murmur, her voice light and gentle.
He would hear a small shuffling for a moment before her arms would come around his neck, holding out the map in front of him.
He squinted down at it, pursing his lips. "Next stop is Kruphate. This one might take a few days. Is that okay?"
He would hear her laugh softly, pulling the map back. “Nah, Z. I stuck with you through freezing to death, stealing, and being attacked by a giant eel, but I will not go for a couple of days.”
