When Butch picked up her foot she went to protest but didn't get a chance as he started to massage her foot. Despite how good the feeling may have been she couldn't help but bite back a laugh. Her feet happened to be a rather ticklish spot on her, even if he wasn't doing just that. It even took some effort out of her to not pull her foot back, let alone kick.<br/><br/>She let out a sigh as he got up going for his boots and took in a deep breath of air. His timing couldn't have been better as she doubted she could have held back her laugh any longer. Though she hadn't been paying attention to every thing he had said she did manage to catch the last part. She was torn between wanting to walk on her own and letting Butch carry her. To be stubborn, not that that would be helping her in her current situation. She looked up at Butch, who was chuckling, and wondered if he was able to hear what she was thinking. With a laugh of her own she shook the thought off, waiting for him to come her way.<br/><br/>"I can walk." She said with a smile. "Or rather it might be nice to stretch my legs out a bit."