At least he had tried, and he could not fault her for not feeling active in a conversation. Quieting down, Cristiano frowned as he entered the building and approached the woman upon the floor. He did not remove the sheet, for her grace and spirit and anonymity as he took to one knee, carefully hooked his arms behind her back and knees, and scooped her up. The muscles of a warrior flexed and he seemed to have no difficulty in raising her from the floor or holding her still. Generally, Cristiano was more concerned about his green landwalker skills than he was about her weight.
"Show me to the medical ward," he instructed gently. "I don't know where most of the buildings are on land."