James
Michael looks me up and down. "You fit to walk?"
"I'll manage."
He gives a short jerk of his head and turns to Charlotte, arms outstretched. "You walk. I'll carry Cara for you."
She retreats, clutching Cara to herself, shrieking. "No!"
Michael steps back, holding up his palms. "Whoa... Calm down. It's me. What do you think I'm going to do?"
She bursts into tears. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry..."
He takes a step closer, moving carefully. "Charlotte, we have to leave. I'm not sure you can carry Cara and walk too."
"No." She swings her head in denial, tries to step out, then totters, Cara still tight to her chest.
Michael exchanges a look with me, shaking his head, then he moves in... "Hold on to Cara." .... sweeping her up. His voice changes to a kind of fake yokel accent. "Come, Mr Frodo!" he says. "I can't carry it for you, but I can carry you."
She gives him a watery smile. "I'm sorry."