There was no point in fighting him — his grip was strong as iron and the fact that he had one arm under her bare legs...no, she wouldn't think about that. Her heart rate had increased significantly, and she realized her breathing had become shallow. It was cold, and she quickly realized that she'd much rather prefer the warmth of Dory's body close to hers than the ground beneath her. So she relented and stopped struggling, toying with the hem of her chemise while he found a spot to put her. It was quite possibly the quickest she'd obeyed him since this morning.

As they jolted when he almost slipped, Mabel found herself wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her self closer to him; whether it was to help his center of gravity or merely to draw herself closer, she didn't know. "I should have cast some warming charms." She mused into his neck, tensing as she felt him falter once more.

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