“Any chance I can convince either of you goblins to carry me?” Keefe asked, the third time he ended up knee-deep in sludge. “No, but I’d be happy to carry Sophie,” Sandor offered. Keefe clutched his heart. “That hurts, Gigantor. I bet Ro would carry me.” “And probably bang your head into all the trees,” Grizel added. “No one needs to carry anyone,” Mr. Forkle told them.”
