Finn laughed, but stopped her before she could walk out of his room.
"Wait a second," he said, pulling her close, then lifting her up - bridal style - and carried her downstairs like that, holding her with one arm while he pulled out a chair and then placed her on it, kissing her cheek and neck before sitting down beside her.
"There, now the princess' feet didn't touch the floor," he said, trying to sound like a servant.
Small tears starting rolling down Rosalynn's cheeks as she sat back down, leaning against the wall again.