When Takamiya carried her around like that, she felt helpless, somehow defenceless, but still safe. Nevertheless, she hated that feeling. She didn't wanted to depend on her childhood friend, not that being a girl meant to depend on someone.
Her train of thought was interrupted when Takamiya entered that certain room.
"Eugh...! This is disgusting!"
On his back, she shuffled around in utter disgust at the bloody beds.
"I...I think I've heard of this place before... Taka, let's get out of here... as far as I can remember, a necromancer has his "storage" here..."
Unconsciously, she slung her arms around his chest while saying that, her being overwhelmed by the influx of female hormones making her timid and scared.
She hoped, everything would balance itself out as soon as the influx died down.