"Why do you want me to carry you too?"
Don't you have legs?
...Hiss!
Hey, isn't this a coincidence?
She really doesn't have legs.
Upon hearing Herbert's words, Fremay snorted and said discontentedly, "You just left me behind earlier."
Herbert was stunned for a moment, quickly realizing what Fremay was sulking about, and shook his head with some amusement:
"Don't be like that, I needed to hurry and help someone."
But Fremay wasn't accepting this explanation, pouting, "But you still left me behind."
"Also, what did you mean by 'too' earlier?"
Herbert immediately fell silent, stepped forward, and without hesitation, picked up the mermaid lady in his arms.
"...Here, let me carry you."
Once lifted by Herbert, Fremay's expression immediately improved. She happily snuggled her cheek against Herbert, whom she had just cleaned.
"Hee hee."
Of course, she wasn't genuinely angry over something like that; she just wanted an excuse to stick to him.
Hee hee... he smells so nice.
