"Come on, it must have been time to refresh, Mr. Maricana. Now, let's go."

No, I'm perfectly fine. I'm going to be mad at you when I say it, so I'll deceive you. Mr. Mayria climbs the stairs shaking her legs like a deer. Sounds pretty tough.

"Do you want me to carry you by magic?

Shit. The truth has come out. Mr. Mayria might have been hurt because she's a centimeter, I'm sorry.

"That's right."

I don't care unexpectedly.

"I knew Mr. Maricana wasn't physically fit. Carry Mr. Maricana to Master Calcirasto."

"No, that's fine"

Looks like you thought it was about me. There is no problem with the gradient of this staircase. I'll step on the white steps.