Susan had ridden her grandfather's horse across the universe; had ridden a god-boar across a precipice of ice. Being lifted up like this was ... well, no less strange, when you thought about it, but decidedly a hell of a lot more comfortable.

"If you could just not grip quite so tightly -- yes, that's better. Thank you, I'm fine." She turned around slightly and smiled up at John. "Well, shall we?"