When we arrived at the end of the hill and walked another hundred meters, I finally came back to my senses and jumped from Henry's arms.
What the fuck am I doing here, clinging to him in front of everyone? Not that their opinion would really matter to me, but still.
I adjusted my clothes, feeling Henry snake his arm around my neck.
"Why?" He whined, as if me walking on my own two feet was some kind of harsh critique of his performance as a carrier.
"You did well; I just want to use my legs." I patted his face and pushed it away from me at the same time.
"Here," the little girl said, pointing toward a spot.
Henry and I took a closer look, and it was a similar situation to what it had been with Mr. Aslan, except that the woman and her counterpart were not on top of each other.
