Yeah. I remember you fuckin' owwe me one. I'vve been sittin' here all day wwatchin' you mumble an' cackle at the castle like you got a leaky think pan.

[His anger shows just how worried he was. He frowned down at her before just sighing and hooking his arm around her shoulder and the other under her knees.]

I'm not your coddamned moirail, got it? An' you're wwalkin' part a' the wway back.