Anthony wasn’t sure what had prompted him to ask so vague a question. Of course the lady wasn’t alright, but he hoped at least she was as alright as she could be given the circumstances. They hobbled along less than gracefully in the sand by the bank and he almost imagined she wasn’t going to answer him until a yelp and tumble caused everything to lurch sideways. The stumble was too quick for him to catch her and soon enough the lady found herself on her rump. She mumbled something sarcastic that Anthony ignored. He supposed she had a right to feel terrible given everything that had happened this morning. Still, they couldn’t carry on like this. “Alright that’s enough,” he said, making the authoritative decision. Pride be damned, they were never going to make it there without further injuring Ms. Torie if they kept this up.
Prepared to ignore any protests, the gentleman leaned over the blonde and wrapped one hand securely around her waist. The other, albeit prepared to get kicked, tucked under her legs. In one quick movement Anthony picked the woman up into his arms. His head swirled for a moment, causing him to stagger at the movement, but he set his teeth and began walking. She wasn’t heavy enough for this to be too terribly exerting and they needed to get there quickly.
Victoire Malfoy & muse song (it's especially fitting because tombé means fall lol)