He was glad she thought the bed would do well, because despite how his usual strength, he could feel the already-sore muscles in his arms straining from carrying her. From his memories of carrying her a few weeks ago (or maybe more than that given that his time perception was completely off), he knew she wasn't that heavy.

He positioned her in his arms to where she couldn't bury her face (and those wicked lips of hers, Merlin) in his neck any longer and flashed her a mischievous smile once he caught her gaze.

The next moment, without much ado, he tossed her onto the bed, a wide grin across his face.

"Whoops, you slipped."

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