Carra sighs. "The point is, I'll be fine, so don't make it a big deal. Please." She looks away, frowning faintly in confusion. She'd [i]just[/i] met the guy. Why did he care whether she died or not? Nevertheless carrying her when her leg is stabbed. 

Zenith looks down, chewing her lip as her face turns red. "That's the part I wasn't sure that you'd be okay with. We wouldn't be [i]wearing[/i] clothes. At least not all of them."