[Well, at least this particular person - one of the fae, she now realizes - knows that she's not a child. That's something, at least. You wouldn't believe how many people try to pick her up and run.]

I couldn't fight at this range if I wanted to, and I really, really don't. Not that I think I couldn't win, but flight just isn't among my abilities, and it'd take too damn long to get up there otherwise. I say we run like Hela was on our heels and find a rally point.

[Look who... isn't putting deed to words. She knows people, and you don't look like the sort to run, Conan.]

Of course, if you wanted to carry me up there, I wouldn't be opposed to putting the rat bastard responsible for this on the run.