[Good thing Scaramouche is a mechanical man with plenty of strength to go around, because she's heavy as she lands in his arms, and even heavier as he hoists her up. She's never been carried so daintily before, like one of the characters on the covers of her novels -- she lets her head hang back, her long, fluffy hair draping loosely behind her.
She cracks an eye just to sneak a peek at how the robots are taking it; a couple of the ones that were watching are now bee-lining over, beeping as though asking if they can assist in some way, helpfully offering cups of sap like it's a cure-all to every problem, from headaches to fainting spells.]
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She cracks an eye just to sneak a peek at how the robots are taking it; a couple of the ones that were watching are now bee-lining over, beeping as though asking if they can assist in some way, helpfully offering cups of sap like it's a cure-all to every problem, from headaches to fainting spells.]