I started wondering for a moment if my ears had started hallucinating words out of nowhere, but Finn repeated himself.
"Carry me. On your shoulders. You stand, I climb onto your shoulders, and then I can reach the roof edge and fix it."
I stared at him. "You're heavier than you look."
"And you're stronger than you used to be." Finn clapped me on the shoulder. "Come on, Allaran. Think of it as training. Besides, I'm the one who has to fix the roof. The least you can do is provide the lift."
I sighed, recognizing the logic even if I didn't like it. "Fine." I positioned myself directly below the hole, bracing my feet against the silver surface.
"Ready?" Finn asked.
"No."
"Perfect." And then he was climbing onto me, one foot on my thigh, then the other on my shoulder, his weight settling onto my frame with a solidness that made my knees buckle slightly.
"You good?" he asked.
"I'm questioning every life choice that led to this moment."
