She was half afraid of falling out of his arms even if he did try to carry her. She wasn't feeling too well, still.

"It's happened before," she said quietly, "so, so I know my own limits." She was trying to say she'd be fine trying to walk a little. But she didn't seem to be backing up her words with much action. Or movement.

"Um... but if you don't mind me asking... is it really alright with you? Do you really want to?"