Mako carried you around Republic City, holding your legs as he gave you a piggy back ride. His eyes were softened, a rarity in his stressful times. He adjusted you, bouncing you up so you had a better hold of his neck. You stuffed your face into his hair, making him chuckle, his lips curving up.

Comfortable? He asked in his soft and smooth voice. His hands gently caressed your knees, his fingers tickling you. He chuckled again, kissing your hand. Where would you like to go? He asked.