Carrying her up the stairs was only a little awkward, the kind where they giggled a bit at being careful of bumping into door frames. Freyr felt a little frisson of desire, and if she needed help guiding her hands, he certainly did not. As they reached the bedroom, he set Makaria down on the bed and kissed her again. "I have a suggestion for your hands," he said, taking one in his and leading it to the buttons on his shirt.