Matilda couldn't help but laugh when the Major suggested throwing her over his shoulder. The young woman shook her head in amusement and straightened herself. "It sounds like an entertaining exit, but should you drop me, I'll be in even more trouble than I currently find myself." A small smirk crossed her features as they made their way outside. The conversation brought back many happy memories of times in Bath. They'd spent a great deal of time in one anothers company, and Matilda had no complaint of it.

"You'd think that they could design a carriage that runs rather lower to the ground." She eyed the carriage thoughtfully for a moment or two. "But I am no engineer.." When Arthur climbed in and offered his hand, she took it with a mild amount of hesitation. Of course the hesitation was not directed at Arthur himself, but at the pain she was sure would follow.

With wrinkled nose, Matilda braced herself and stepped up, and relief washed over her as she finally took a seat. With cheeks puffed, she shook her head.

"Well, I am pleased that I am better company, but I doubt that very much at this current moment. I feel as though I am ninety years old."