If she had really fought him, he probably would have put her back down. But when she grabs on-- tight as anything, her nails little points of pain through his shirt that he gamely ignores-- he takes that as consent and keeps. on. running.
When Alice had been in flight alone, the other passengers on the train had been an obstacle. For Devero, they're not-- when a person sees 250 pounds of man bearing down on them full tilt, they tend to get out of the way quick. There's no bouncing off of other passengers for him.
Only when he's carried her as far as the garden car does he slow down. Panting for breath, he walks with her still in his arms to the far side of that lovely, sparkling, water-filled fountain. "Far enough?" he asks, looking down at her with concern. "Or farther? Spa car?"
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When Alice had been in flight alone, the other passengers on the train had been an obstacle. For Devero, they're not-- when a person sees 250 pounds of man bearing down on them full tilt, they tend to get out of the way quick. There's no bouncing off of other passengers for him.
Only when he's carried her as far as the garden car does he slow down. Panting for breath, he walks with her still in his arms to the far side of that lovely, sparkling, water-filled fountain. "Far enough?" he asks, looking down at her with concern. "Or farther? Spa car?"