[She hadn't quite noticed, since she'd been cooped up in her room for days, now, but... it really was an improvement. She tries to breathe a bit deeper, tries to force herself to relax, to be as easy to carry as she can... even though that's not really possible and they definitely garner some crazy looks on the way out.]

The breeze feels good...

[On her skin, on the flush and sweat and trembling flanks. She thinks she can see the river water sparkling in the distance, and it looks so cool...]

I'm sorry, I'm heavy aren't I... not as heavy as Gonta, but... no one can carry gonta, right... ?