[Normally, he wouldn't mind that she's slower than he is. Normally he'd slow his pace so she could have an easier time, but now? Now he stops when they reach the bottom of the stairs, looking at her while still holding her hand.]

I know, I know. But you can yell while we run.

[He casts a quick look around, then returns his attention to her with a determined look in his eyes.]

Do you mind if I carry you the rest of the way? It's still a ways to go and we'll make better time that way.