[ Flayn actually squeaks when he picks her up. It's not like her precise type is "guys who are big enough to pick her up" for a reason, nope...

(Taking a look around the tent--ah, of course its see-through. Of course it is. She shouldn't have expected anything less, but she still feels the urge to roll her eyes at it.) ]

...my. I would say that you did not have to carry me here, but I would be deceiving you if I claimed that I did not enjoy it.