[Can't believe he expects nothing back when it's so good! Fantasy French people are so powerful! She'll just go kill her brother instead thanks. France can deal with some pain considering that this was probably his fault from across the world.

He's cooling down, so she wonders if she freaked out too much on him, but also if he's getting tired. Frowning, she stares at where her legs would've been, and curses how they look now if only because she's feeling terrible for being a burden to him already.]

I wonder if I am tired at all, or if it is actually you. You're the one who supported my weight all this time. If you like, you can use my room to also do the same. It's styled like a beach resort, you might like it. [Basically, she's down for a soak but first he needs to be tended to, carrying her and her shopping like this.]

I tend to bargain a little more back home, but here transactions are normally final. And...a-ah...y-yes. Money comes from affection. I believe you carrying me like this, we're going to be wealthy today.

[She decided not to mention how it felt good because that's like digging a grave. Also, FUCK HIS NAME.]