That's sweet and very grandfatherly, and Russell smiles... then stretches his arms overhead, his body crackling ever so slightly after sitting so long. It's quieter than the sounds of the fire, at least, and likely quieter than Sky's joints would be.

"My bones are young and sturdy enough to pick her up, but, how long were you looking to carry her...?" A quick pickup is easy enough, but if Sky's looking to drive her home, parked a good quarter-mile away...