Not if he has anything to say about it. "Nope. Overruled." He tucks the blankets under one arm and wraps the other around her waist, slinging her up and over his shoulder, her chest hanging over his back. He adjusts his grip to clamp an arm around her knees to prevent her from kicking him in protest.

Of course, she can still pound on his still-healing back, and while it'll probably hurt like a bitch, it won't stop him.

He gets to his feet and sets off down the hall.