[Oh, gods, being carried like a child, no less. It is preferable to the sort of under-one-arm sack carry some wild souls inflict on Lalafells of their acquaintance, but only just.
Krile is too worn to protest, and can't condone it anyway - Claire is doing her a favor. Her body knows that even while her mind rebels against the very idea. Now that she must not steel herself for one more torturous step forward, it isn't long before her strength gives over entirely. Krile goes limp against Claire's shoulder.]
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Krile is too worn to protest, and can't condone it anyway - Claire is doing her a favor. Her body knows that even while her mind rebels against the very idea. Now that she must not steel herself for one more torturous step forward, it isn't long before her strength gives over entirely. Krile goes limp against Claire's shoulder.]