I carried Làidir in my arms like a princess. It is improper to speak of a lady's weight, for reasons both silly and terrible. So, I shall say nothing more than I succeed in the task.
She woke in a few steps and blushed red when she realised what position she was in.
"Am I heavy?"
Truth is important to ethics and knowledge seekers. Earnest and honesty is vital, but of lesser importance to lovers than love itself. It would not be loving to call her heavy, I suspected, if it was true or false that she was heavy.
I put on a soft smile, "No. You are as light and sweet as apples."
She blushed as red as the apples I compared her to.
I don't know why I flirted. I had been annoyed with her for awhile now. Feeling forced into a relationship and fighting with her. But after actually fighting all that thinking and resentment seemed to bleed away. For some reason, having her in my arms and having won, I felt happy, proud and excited.