Death looked up at her and frowned, for he had taken the guise of a human child. "Do I look like I like this form?" he asked. His voice had changed to match his body as well. He turned to Matthew. "Carry me?" he asked.<br/><br/>Matthew nodded at Glade's comment about being quiet. "That means you, Flint." Matthew whispered to Flint. Flint smiled and disappeared into Matthew's pack. When Death asked Matthew to carry him, Matthew nodded, picked him up and sat him on his neck, his legs on his shoulders, Matthew hiding his legs so he wouldn't fall.<br/>"Thanks..." Death said, slightly embarrassed.