[Naesala reaches down and does so - those flames are still weird as hell - but does end up letting Marco perch on his shoulder. Not that his are especially wide, but it's as close as he can come to "carrying" without getting awkward about it.
Don't make a break for it, Marco. Don't make him tackle you mid-air.
He hovers up, slowly beginning to leave the flowery clearing.] There, there. You'll be out of the forest's grip soon enough.
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Don't make a break for it, Marco. Don't make him tackle you mid-air.
He hovers up, slowly beginning to leave the flowery clearing.] There, there. You'll be out of the forest's grip soon enough.