"As you wish." He sigh with a smile. "If you would hold this for me as I carry you, please." Solomon says and hands her his walking stick. From how it felt and how heavy it was, it seems to be made for someone much heavier than Solomon if it was just for walking. After giving her his walking stick, he goes to pick her up, electing to hold her in his arms rather than over his shoulder or an awkward piggy back. After picking her up carefully to not disturb any wounds, he starts to make his way past the fields and towards town. 

"From that smoke coming from the inn, I would say that we may be in time for a midday feast!" Solomon's smiled widens further. "I have been dying to have a roast for the longest time! Maybe they'll even have some roasted potatoes..." [i]Here I am, carrying a beautfil princess in my arms, and All I can think about is food. My father and mother would get a kick out of that...[/i] he thought.