"No! It's OK, here Mom," Richie said, quickly reaching out and taking his mother's flailing hand and tucking it into his arm. He guided her out of the lift and onto the roof of Stark Tower.
Saphira was again crouched down at the far end, eyelids lowered against the glare of the sun, chin resting on the rooftop. She lifted it slightly, watching her Rider guide the small woman out of the lift and toward her.
So she is carrying you?
Yes, she is, so don't frighten her.
You don't need to tell me.
I know, sorry, I'm just a little nervous.
"Another two steps Mom, that's the way, there. Now..." He stopped, her hand still tucked in the crook of his arm, his other one reaching over and slowly lifting the blindfold.