[Rialynn groans her response, now that Kunia has gone skipping off to go make more cookies, as she seems oblivious to the horrors her baking inflicts. She circles the unconscious young man uncertainly, trying to figure out how to pick him up. Curses, why didn't she pick up a combat job that gave her some sort of strength bonus? Her noodle arms are worthless!]
[Well, she can't put him on her horse, but she might be able to drag him around semi-piggyback. Crouching down, she takes Vanitas by the wrists, pulling him up to a sitting position before she turns and hefts him onto her back with a grunt. Her knees shake a little, but she's got this.]
I'm completely tickled with the results. Almost feel sorry for him...
[Rialynn groans her response, now that Kunia has gone skipping off to go make more cookies, as she seems oblivious to the horrors her baking inflicts. She circles the unconscious young man uncertainly, trying to figure out how to pick him up. Curses, why didn't she pick up a combat job that gave her some sort of strength bonus? Her noodle arms are worthless!]
[Well, she can't put him on her horse, but she might be able to drag him around semi-piggyback. Crouching down, she takes Vanitas by the wrists, pulling him up to a sitting position before she turns and hefts him onto her back with a grunt. Her knees shake a little, but she's got this.]
[Maybe.]
Which house is he supposed to live in?