"That's right," said Marsden. "Don't you?"
"Well—you wouldn't understand, Harry. You just wouldn't understand. Here, help me up."
He got her to her feet, but her twisted ankle wouldn't support her. "You'd better carry me."
Marsden nodded, got one hand under her arms from behind, the other in back of her thighs. Cradling her thus, he began to walk. She weighed almost nothing, she was incredibly feather-light, but pleasant to the touch and smelling, this close, of some delightful perfume.
"You're strong," she said.
Gulping audibly, Marsden averted his face from hers, only inches away.
When he pushed the cabin door open with one foot, Marie started to smile at him from inside. The smile faded. "Harry. Oh. Is she—hurt or something?"
"Aren't you the bright one," Alice Cooper said. "I'm too lazy to walk."
"Be quiet, Marie," Marsden said. "What's the matter with you?"