She smiled and when he piked her up and over his shoulder, she squeaked a little. The cute sound echoing lightly in the room. She wiggled a little to try and put her arms through the sleeves, and with every step he took and every movement she made, the remnants of their combined musk wafted lightly by his face and she finally managed to get one arm through the sleeve but the other was tucked under her so she just let it be. Her bare feet were so tiny and looked a little cold but she never complained.<br/><br/>She didn't ask to be put down but did seem a bit wiggly, only exciting the aroma of their little romantic escapade from earlier. She sighed and gave up, falling still and waiting for him to put her down where he wanted her. Far be it from her to not do as she's asked at the moment. He was being very kind to her in cooking dinner after she'd promised to make him something. She decided to make it up to him the next time.<br/><br/>The door to the library opened and she could immediately smell the musty scent of old parchment and dusty books. She was excited to see so much reading material. She used to read every night after her parents taught her how, but she fondly remembered her parents taking turns and reading to her every night before bed. She smiled and wiped away a little tear, looking around. She wondered if any of her favorites were in there, and maybe one day, if she ever had children, she'd read them until she taught them to read.