"I need to go to the bathroom." Anissa mumbled, slightly rubbing the kitten's head as it slept on her lap.
Shehryaar stared at her, studying her expression but she just gave him an unreadable poker face: he nodded and started to unbuckle the restraints around her wrists and ankles. He began to put his arms under her knees and shoulders when she pushed him away by the shoulders.
"I don't need you to carry me. I can walk." She murmured, her tone cold.
Shehryaar smiled. "Of course you can," and he proceeded to carry her in his arms despite her struggle.
"I don't trust you with yourself." He stated as he began to walk towards the bathroom. But then again, she had lost his trust long ago.