<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla grumbled a little as he scooped her up.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “I’m not an invalid…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she said, though she suspected he had no intention of putting her down no matter how much she protested. With a sigh, she rested her head against his chest, not struggling as he carried her away from the Workroom.</span>