Darcy picks up the pace just a little as Fio bids, scaling up the sheer surface of the ship and making it to the buffet faster than an elevator could take them. She's glad it worked and that Fio seems to be enjoying herself- anything to make up for scaring the poor thing with the threat of her absence.

They touch back down on the top deck, and Darcy beams, even if her legs are starting to get a little sore from carrying her.

"That fun?"