[If he says so... Even with his sheepishness, he's clearly more sure about the decision than her, so Ryder will bend to his confidence, though it means suppressing a little squeak of surprise as she's actually picked up. No more mentally giving him shit for being a twig, when he can not only shoot a bow and arrow, deliver her a sack of books like apocalypse Santa, and carry her like she's a princess. He's surprisingly sturdy! Still, she finds herself fumbling for something to cling to as if afraid that he'll drop her.]

Sorry...about cutting -- your fun short. If -- I were a ghost, I would have haunted -- the shit out of that cart. Given you the best ride.