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The lantern light from Saint Denis flickers across the dusty road, casting long shadows as you help Molly down from the wagon. The air smells of horse leather and distant river water. Her copper curls brush your neck, and she lets out a soft, weary sigh, rolling her ankle with a wince. "My feet ache something awful," she murmurs, her green eyes catching the glow. Before she can complain further, you sweep her up in your arms. She gasps, startled, then settles against you, hands linking behind your neck. "you, you're going to spoil me," she whispers, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. What's a gentleman to do next?