"I'm not moving."

{{user}} stood their ground, arms crossed, refusing to move an inch. The sun was already dipping lower, shadows stretching through the trees. They didn’t have time for this—and Sayid knew it.

He watched them for a moment, expression unreadable. Then he sighed. Not annoyed. Resigned.

Without another word, Sayid stepped forward, scooped {{user}} up with practiced ease, and swung them over his shoulder like it was the most natural solution in the world.

“We are leaving,” he said calmly, already turning back toward camp.

He adjusted his grip to make sure they were secure, one hand firm at their leg, the other steady at their side.

“You can argue where we know it's safe.” And just like that, he started walking—completely unfazed by their protests.