After many many times of you begging Arthur to carry you on his back, he finally caved with a dramatic sigh.

“Fine. C’mere kid.” He crouched down so you could climb onto his back, giggling as you did so.

He stood back up as you wrapped your limbs around him to stay on. He had a small smile on his face as he walked around camp, now with the addition of you on his back.

“If ya fall off and crack yer head open, it ain’t my fault.”