After a long moment, he pushed himself to his feet, eyes still wide. He grasped for his bags and managed to get a hand on all of them, shifting them so he had two free hands. He awkwardly began clambering up her leg, somehow not falling off and both bruising and embarrassing himself several times in the process. Not that being more embarrassed would really change anything now, he reflected. He slid into the spot Lizair had indicated, then started looking around, hoping to find some way to hold on without saying something that would tempt Serana to accidentally lose him somewhere over a forest in the middle of the flight. Or over an ocean. Or a volcano.
Hunting For A Hunter
