[ That's what he thought. He doesn't trust this 'technology' of theirs. Who ever heard of standing in a box and trusting it to move rightly without people watching over it?

But it's the eleventh story, and though Sharpe has jogged up to the roof before - no soldier leaves his surroundings entirely strange to him - without panting, he doesn't think she will be able to do that.

He looks at her for a long moment. ]

I have a room right 'round here. [ Softly. His fingers twitch, but he resists the urge to tuck a strand of hair behind her eyes. ] It's only a few steps. If you like, you can stay there, milady, until you feel well enough fer the walk up.

[ A pause, wait... ]</small The door'd be open.