[ she's rolling her eyes -- can you see that? and yet she's putting her hands on his shoulders to steady herself as she brings herself closer. how do you always manage to get her on this counter top, eric northman? ]
Really should've worn shoes. Carry me?
[ a girl like her, who runs happily through fields full of sticker plants, would've just hopped down and walked out the door without need to be carried, but she heard a few glasses shatter when the lights went out. stickers are a lot easier to dig out of your feet than slivers of glass are. ]