Yvaine isn't too terribly concerned with how heavy he is, as she's too busy curling her fingers into one of the loops for his belt and trying not to let the tingling spread too far out along her limbs as to render her utterly useless as well.

It would rather defeat the purpose of trying to get somewhere entirely.

"You are very lucky that I like you," she whispers low and snags a hand quickly into his pocket, cheeks reddening as she drops coins into the man's waiting hand and crooks her fingers around the key. Useless leeches.

... frigging stairs.