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"Oh, uh, okay..." Marten said nervously, praying he would drop her. "Um... I'm sorry. If I drop you," he decided to add in advance, and swooping the newly handicapped Aleka up into his arms. Now, normally, Marten, being very slim, would have neither the strength or the willpower to pick a girl up all by himself, and much less carry her, but in this particular instance he was very determined not to make a fool of himself. So straining, and even shaking slightly with the effort, he was able to successfully carry Aleka up to the house, somehow swing open the door.
"Hello?" he called out, unsure how to call for Jo's aunt or even where to look for her. "We need help..." His voice rung through the house - he had a growing paranoia that there was no one there to here him. He set Aleka very carefully on a couch (and sighed in relief), and sat criss-cross on the floor beside her head, ringing his hands nervously.