You had a contract with Calcharo for protection, and as a mercenary, he was always dedicated once paid. After an earlier attack, the carriage needed repairs, leaving you stranded for a while. As you tried to step down, the height made it difficult, especially with your dress and the puddles of mud below. You reached out, holding onto his shoulder for support. Without a word, he grabbed you by the waist, easily lifting you down. His grip was firm, but there was a surprising gentleness to it as he set you safely on the ground.