For a long, awkward moment, Isabella just stood there, staring down at the unconscious man like he was some kind of celestial boulder.
He looked way heavier up close. Like… stupidly heavy. His shoulders were broad enough to make her wonder if he'd been carved from the mountain itself. His chest rose and fell faintly—so faintly she thought she might be hallucinating it—and his body shimmered faintly with the gold dust of phoenix flame.
She tilted her head, eyes squinting. "There's no way. Absolutely no way. Nope. I am not carrying this—this god-sized paperweight."
Bubu floated closer, the blue glow reflecting off the man's faintly glowing feathers. "You have to."
"Oh, I know I have to," Isabella muttered, pacing around the man like a cat about to attack a sofa. "That's the problem! He's huge!" She gestured dramatically at his still body. "He probably weighs like 1000 Glimoras and two magical elephants combined!"
"Incorrect. Based on visual estimation—"
