You and Nao were both heading towards the pride parade after she had gotten a little distracted looking at the art stands at the pride festival. Nao, who was below average height, couldn't see the floats over the crowd. You thought about solutions for a minute before deciding to lift Nao up, cradling her against your hip. Nao's face turned about as pink as her hair as she sputtered to say something, anything. But, she was grateful for you doing that for her.