[ Jon takes that for the consent that it was because his grip is firm as he tugs her to her feet. Then he looks mildly apologetic because the next thing he has to do . . . she probably won't like it. He rubs at his face, trying to hide his flush. ]
So . . . I'm going to have to . . . carry you out.
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So . . . I'm going to have to . . . carry you out.