"Heh. I'm a lotta tings I don' look like, chere," he replied with a rakish grin. He carefully walked with her down the stairs and out into the sunshine of the muggy morning sun.
The walk across the yard that separated the green block from the yellow was a long one but she still felt light in his arms at least until he got about three quarters of the way there. Then she started feeling a bit heavy. "So how did dey get you?" he asked, feeling a drop of sweat roll down between his shoulder blades. Damn it was hot. It wasn't because she was getting heavier in his arms. He really didn't want to think about going up those stairs.