Shrugging off his backpack, Kirian digs inside and pulls out a small square about the size of my palm. He does that unfolding trick, and the material multiplies. As it unravels, I notice there are straps coming from each corner. He throws two over his shoulders and ties the others around his waist until it resembles a loose pouch. Satisfied with the way it fits, he nods and pats it. “You’ll be right here the whole time.” I gape at him. “Is that a baby carrier?” “Technically, yes.” “And you want me to ride in it?” “It’s the best way for me to protect you. You’ll be close to me, and my hands
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A baby carrier? Seriously?
