"But you don't have a sense of humor," she lightly protested, her efforts in vain as she clings close to him. Under normal circumstances, she would have revolted because she was a strong, capable young woman who could hold her own! She could and... and she really liked this feeling.

She rested her head against his chest, listening carefully for his heartbeat, as she struggled to keep her eyes open. (Wait, that's bad, right? She might've had a concussion of some sort.)

"Mm," she says softly in agreement, looking up at him. "Thanks for the ride. Are... where are we going again?"