[ He's laughing by the time she's returned to her seat, laughing hard - at her, at the driver, at the shoes, at this whole situation. Almost hard enough that it hurts. Good God, only her. Oh, there are a few Vor ladies who might cast their shoes aside, certainly, but only a very scant handful who'd think to give them to the driver. And only she would throw in the matching ring. Good God, what a woman. ]
Here.
[ He climbs out of the cab beside her, and hunches over a little. A proper Vor lord would, of course, sweep her up in his arms, carry her princess-style inside. But he's a little small and thin-armed for that. So, instead, he taps his shoulder, inviting her to climb up so he can carry her piggy-back. ]
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Here.
[ He climbs out of the cab beside her, and hunches over a little. A proper Vor lord would, of course, sweep her up in his arms, carry her princess-style inside. But he's a little small and thin-armed for that. So, instead, he taps his shoulder, inviting her to climb up so he can carry her piggy-back. ]
Come on, get up.