"Mind if I walk you home?" Fitch offered, extending his arm for her to lean on rather than his hand, ensuring that their fingers wouldn't touch. It was a gentlemanly gesture.
After a moment's hesitation, Diana accepted, looping her arm through his. She tried to stand, but the pain in her ankle was unbearable.
Seeing her wince, Fitch crouched down and suggested, "How about I give you a piggyback ride?"
"Should I expect a little kid like you to carry me?"
"Out here in the middle of nowhere, you don't have much choice. Besides, I'm a grown man, not some little brat. I bet I can carry you all the way to your place without even breaking a sweat!" Fitch maintained his crouched position, ready for her.
Diana couldn't help but laugh, climbing onto his back. "Just don't complain about my weight, okay?"
