"W-what are you doing?" Lia yelled, feeling her face go red, being so close to another man. She could feel her body rubbing against his.
"I'm carrying you," Atlas answered. "Since you can't carry me back faster, I'll have to be the one to do it."
"Hold tight!" he instructed the lady as he started running back towards the city he came from.
His speed was so fast that Lia couldn't help but be scared for her life in case he dropped her. She wrapped her arms around Atlas's shoulders, holding her tightly as she closed her eyes, forgetting all about the closeness now. Her hair waved with the wind as Atlas ran with her.
"You know, it's somewhat funny," Atlas let out, smiling wryly. "You flew even faster than I'm running now, and you weren't scared. But now that I'm running, even though I'm holding you, you seem scared like a child."
"Shut up! Don't call me a child!" Lia yelled, still she couldn't dare to open her eyes.