Frozen to the spot, Olivia didn't move. Kaizan held her tightly in his arms and was about to lift her when she protested, "What are you doing?"
"Stay quiet," he chided her. "You have hurt yourself and there was blood behind your head. You passed out because of exhaustion." Saying this he lifted her out of the carriage.
Seeing that his Master was holding a woman in his arms and that he must be uncomfortable, the coachman said, "Should I arrange for a soldier to come and carry m'lady to the tent? She can't walk on her own and I see that you too are exhausted."
Kaizan paused at the door as a scowl tugged at the corners of his mouth when the coachman suggested it to him. He didn't know why but the idea of someone else carrying his wife around did fit well. He shook his head. "I can take care of her myself," he grunted. "That's the least I can do."